Eeveetachi

"Romania, I'm home!" There's no answer. Normally he'd be all over me before the door's even closed, scrambling to see what I brought home. No reply is just a little bit perturbing. "Romania?" Nothing but the resounding tick of his old grandfather clock and the fast-paced beating of my own heart. I deposit my cloak haphazardly over the oak banister; something he'd never allow me to do. "I, uh, brought your favourite… Gogosi…" I pause for a moment to listen. Now I know something is definitely up. 'Gogosi' (a Romanian dessert that he would – excuse the expression- simply die for) is the magic word to make him appear from pretty