Varu

The aristocrat looked up.

They looked at each other in silence for a few seconds.

“Why are you frozen?” he finally asked.

Silence.

—Haven't you ever seen people eat eggs?

The official opened his mouth.

Closed.

Opened it again.

—I-I-I saw...

—Then what's the problem?

—Usually people eat them... well...

—With your mouth?

-That's not what I meant to say!

-And how?

The official waved his hand helplessly.

-Fine!

• This is normal.

• No, it's not normal!

—For whom?

—For everyone!

The aristocrat thought.

Looked at the egg.

He looked at the official.

Back to the egg.

—You have strange ideas about normality.

After which he calmly finished the rest and put the empty shell on the table.

—So what's going on with the northern border?

The official collected his thoughts for a few seconds.

—There's... an invasion...

-It's clear.

—You don’t care at all what’s happening?

—It worries me.

—You wouldn't know it from looking at you.

—Because I'm having breakfast.

—The kingdom may be under threat!

-And I can remain hungry.

The official stared at him as if he understood for the first time why all the nobility considered this man both a genius and a plague.

—These are different levels of problems, my lord.

-Maybe.

-Maybe?!

If a person is unable to calmly eat breakfast before a disaster, then how is he going to solve the disaster itself?

The official sighed heavily.

The aristocrat meanwhile took the next egg.

Seeing this, the official turned pale.

-Oh no.

-What?

-You're going to eat it this way again now, aren't you?

-Certainly.

• I can't stand it.

-Then don't look.

And with a completely serious face he picked up the spoon again.

(And then on your own)