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Lunch that day was a simple but hearty affair. When Leander returned from the bathroom the table was already laid out. There were several different kinds of bread, all with different grains and baking styles. And for the breads there was butter, various spreads and several different kinds of cheese – they ranged from so hard Angelika struggled to cut slices off, to so soft and creamy Gretel had no trouble at all spreading it across her piece of bread, which she had toasted slightly over the fire behind her. There was meat, too, many types of sausages of various sizes. The smallest was the size of Leander’s thumb, while the largest was the diameter of Gretel’s small fist. That one, Leander discovered, was eaten best on a thick slice of toast with a middling-hard slice of cheese on top.

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