Robin took the cookie appreciatively. "Someday, we'll eat like this all the time." She nodded, with all a child's assurance. "And we'll have meat, and there'll be so much that sometimes we'll be forced to leave it at the table."

Mina nibbled on her cookie and laughed. "While you're building castles in the air, I'd like a horse. A white one. With ribbons in his hair." She was cynical for all of what she figured were her seven years, but then again, life had given her few reasons not to be.

"You'll have it. I'll buy one for you."

She shook her head. "Okay, Robin."