But she hadn't forgotten her role in all this. After a moment, she offered, "I should be the one making breakfast tomorrow." What kind of benefactor waits on his own charge? Fu Yanshi chuckled softly. Clad in dark loungewear that gave him a relaxed, almost lazy air, he walked over to the dining table, pulled out a chair, and sat down. "You don't have to be so formal," he said. "Once we register to