Talia and Mala were having tea at the small wooden table, Alex made for them. It wasn't perfect but they all appreciated his efforts.
Right now, he was busy, crouched near the stove, adjusting its burner.
"Alexander. Stop wasting your time on that gunk," Their father joined them at the table. Mala nudged her elbow into Talia's shoulder when found her staring at Alex.
They all celebrated after they learned that his name was Alexander. According to Talia, the name carried royalty, and he definitely belonged to a royal background.
"I still think the market is best for the fish in the morning, Father," Mala suggested before fetching her father's cup from the kitchen.
Their father took a sip from the clay cup, Mala had just brought him, "You're right. The fish will be fresh in the early hours."
Fresh fish was usually available in the market outside the village. John was planning to buy it the next morning, so he needed to leave home early.