Mira

I pushed Randy back onto the bed. He looked dejected, but I placed my finger over his mouth before he could say anything. "You will have to do that later. Now, you must rest. I do not want to hear any more about it. He reluctantly laid back on the pillow, and folded his arms in disgust. He didn't even want to look at me, "come now, don't be that way. I've made you breakfast, well, sort of. I hope you like your eggs scrambled, dirty and burnt." I grinned at attempt to humor him. He just huffed and turned his nose up.

"Fine, go hungry. But you still have to stay in bed. I'll strap you to it if I have to." I then started to eat my mess of a breakfast, I nearly choked, it was horrible. "You know what, I think I saw a baker's cart just down the road. I'll trust you not to go anywhere. Oh, there's a chamber pot in the corner by the bed if you need it. I know, it's not the luxury you're used to." As I headed out the door, I turned back and threatened him, "don't get up for any other reason, I will know."

I giggled a little as I shut the door. Poor stubborn Randy, maybe that's what I like so much about him.
(if anyone else wants to type about Mira feel free, I just kind of took her over without asking.)