บท 221: Fashionably late.

Three hours later, Phoebe and David's group returned to the cafe, hungry and a bit exhausted. All of the things Phoebe had collected were taken back to the Mayfair manor directly by Roman and one of David's driver.

"Nana, we are back." Phoebe announced loudly as she barged into the kitchen. "I am starving." she whined.

Her curious nose led her in the direction of fresh hot fries that Sylvester had just taken out of the oil.

"Ooh, yum, yum." Phoebe rubbed her hands and picked up a fork to help herself.

Grandma Mayfair slapped her hand.

"These are meant for delivery, we cannot delay our customers." She handed her a small square shaped chicken pie. "Eat this as we go, we need to go home immediately and prepare to attend the funeral."

Rosette brought over a black and silver food flask. She gave it to grandma Mayfair who handed it to David in return.