The wizard chuckled again. Whether or not she liked the fact that she amused him, she was unsure. He leaned forward across the table to stab at her eggs with his fork. After he consumed a mouthful of eggs and stole a piece of her bacon, she relaxed. Unless he had an antidote for poison or had somehow built up an immunity to it over the years, she would be safe. Perishing in a plate of breakfast seemed a rather ignoble way to go. She hoped that her death would be at least a little more climactic.