Knowing Cook had left him a plate, Eugene rummaged around for a minute, poured himself a glass of whiskey from the cupboard and took the sandwich offered by his sister. Frankly he was so hungry he'd wind up eating both before he went to bed.

"Let Ma know, she did the hiring." The house, the staff, everything had been their mother's doing, though Eugene had shelled out half of his savings to buy the house itself, his mother had haggled a decent price in the end. It wasn't large by any means, but didn't need to be either. There was only the three of them, Nan and Cook were housed in the servants' quarters at the back and the three bedrooms were occupied upstairs for the most part- at least his and the baby's anyway.

After demolishing his section of sandwich in three bites, Eugene washed it down with a generous sip of whiskey and turned for the leftovers he'd thought of first. "And to what do I owe the pleasure this evening?" He questioned almost warily as he pulled his plate from the icebox.