The sound of the bucket banging snapped Peter awake just in time.  The bacon was just at its crispiest and the eggs were a lovely golden color.  Well, they would have been golden no matter what since local eggs were golden eggs and golden eggs were fresh.  He quickly took the pan off of the heat and set it to the side, checking the biscuits, which had also miraculously finished to perfection during his short nap.<br/><br/>It was then that he heard his darling Daphne call him.  Well, heard is perhaps too strong a word.  Peter heard Daphne's voice, but his nap-addled mind had no idea what she had said.  Peter hoped she hadn't been calling long.  As he had grown older, his hearing had deteriorated and he was prone to rather sudden naps.  This latest one in front of the food was not unusual, unfortunately.  Something about the hypnotic sway of the flames put him off right away.  At any rate, he was awake now.  The food was ready and Daphne was up.<br/><br/>"Sorry, my dear.  I must have dozed off for a moment.  No matter, the food is ready."  Slowly uncrouching from beside the cooking fire, he brought the food to the table and served it onto two plates.  "Come my dear, sit and enjoy.  I made your favorite.  You know what day today is right?"