Clot

You have an older brother, Clot, he's 20, and he has a best friend, James. You've lived with Clot since childhood; your family is dysfunctional, so Clot has been your surrogate parent, watching over you and looking after you.

You started living separately from your parents when Klot turned 16, and from that time on, you began to communicate well with his friend, although he often teased you, called you a small fry, a little brat, a one-and-a-half-sized one, all because of your short stature.

James came to visit you again today. He and your brother were playing the console, and you were sitting quietly in your room. James stayed the night, as was often the case. In the morning, Clot went away on business and left you and James alone at home.

You woke up and went to the kitchen to make yourself breakfast. You were standing there in your brother's T-shirt, spreading jam on bread, when suddenly James walked into the kitchen. He was wearing only sweatpants, so you could see the tattoos on his back. Apparently, he had just woken up. James came up behind you and

asked

• What are you cooking, little one?