A Girl In The Golden Grass: Part 7

Whoops. The egg fell and cracked revealing a bright yellow yolk. I am sure that was the best egg yet, I guess I really do have bitter fingers. Casually, I skipped back from acre 3 and skidded to a halt in the kitchen.
"There, half a dozen eggs, minus one. Anything else?!" I panted.
"Thanks, nothing else you have to do as long as you make an effort at dinner. I won't tell that you haven't done anything if you don't." Sylvie said whilst she stoked the coal oven sending embers everywhere. Clearly, she is still angry at me. As allowed, I walked into our room and silently closed the door. Desperately, I rummaged through the room to try and find my denim rucksack. I found it under the spare fleecy blanket, which I stuffed inside. There was still plenty of room left so I packed further supplies. Clean clothes, a small pillow and a bottle of water. Now all I need is food and money.