Three Equal Shares

I separated a fresh honey bun into three measured portions on a clean paper napkin. Before venturing past the garden fence again, breakfast was necessary. Kimchi needed fuel, and Lumpia had already placed his polished acorn cap upright on the floorboards, waiting quietly. I carried the first sticky piece across the rug and settled it firmly inside Lumpia's wooden dish. It nestled into the hollow without shedding a single flake of sugar glaze. Next, I brought Kimchi his share and gave his plush shoulder a deliberate, reassuring pat. We ate in steady, quiet unison. A proper crew needs solid provisions before any long march.