Even if denial exists, the taste is present.

Even if denial exists, the taste is present.

The next day, Harry did not wake up as early as usual, although he had had a good conversation with Diane, he had not been able to fall asleep completely, but he had taken her advice to try to sleep a little later.

As he went down to the dining room, he felt his nostrils being invaded by a very unusual smell in his mansion, it smelled like vanilla, something sweet was being made in his kitchen, but he couldn't make out what it was.

Suddenly Diane comes out of the kitchen with a tray full of food, she was carrying pancakes with honey syrup, scrambled eggs with some sausage, coffee, fruit.

"Good morning, Harry! Have you been able to get some rest?" the sudden kindness of Diane completely surprised Harry.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, yes I have rested, and how are you?"

"Well, taking advantage of the opportunity you gave me last night to prepare breakfast."

"I told you that we would have whatever you wanted for breakfast, but that it was prepar