Elk chez mummu

I was so thrilled to see mummu again that I had to keep touching her to make sure that she was real. Not that that explains what chere maman was doing with my ear.

Staying with mummu was absolute bliss as she had been stockpiling hand-picked berries and mushrooms for our arrival. She even had an elk conveniently stowed away in the fridge and I can honestly say that it was the best elk stew I've ever tasted.

Word of mummu's delicious cooking soon got around and I had to be bribed with a musical fish to share any elk with Anders.

The only thing more tasty than the elk was the lovely Charlotte. I had to be physically restrained from continuously kissing her.