        “I just wish—“  Bon Bon set her mug down.  “I know it’s selfish of me, and I know you have a strong sense of duty.  But, I liked it better before all this.  It was simpler.  We had a routine.”  She looked sadly at the filthy countertops.  “Now look—the kitchen’s a mess, and you’re not going to have time to clean it up.  I’ve got baking to do, but I put my last dram of vanilla in the oatmeal, so I’ll have to go get more when the market opens.”