I have this great idea for a fantasy RP with monsters and heroes and such. (Partially open, minor roles available)

“Um… eggs, toast, a little bacon, and some tea?” She asked

"Bacon!" Elliot said, nodding. "That sounds good!"

"Eggs, toast, bacon and tea it is then." Susan said, putting the kettle on and heating a pan.

"ANd COffeE!" Elliot said, still nodding.

“But Eli you are only 7” lucky asks

"But I like coffee." Elliot mumbled. "I don't get to eat it when ma and dad are home."

"I'll add a little coffee to the tea, but too much isn't good for you Elliot." Susan said.

Elliot stuck out his tongue. "No it won't! That just a bullcrap lie!"

"I don't care if I'm short!" Elliot said, voice rising. "Sides, that's what Sammy (Some minor friend character) says! She's a know-it-akll like you!"

Elliot stuck out his tongue. "No it won't! That just a bullcrap lie!"

"Elliot! Remember what I told you about swearing? That it's rude, remember, and that you only do it to get attention. If I catch you doing it again I shall tape your mouth shut." she said. It was her personal discovery that ridiculous threats weren't feared, but they were obeyed. The previous governess had used monsters as punishment. There was always a scissors man for children who sucked their thumbs, always bears waiting if you stepped on cracks. Susan had had to investigate the closest on her first night, and out of anger had pulled the bogeyman out, kicked it in the trousers, and dislocated it's shoulder as a means of emphasis, then threw it out the back door. It was no use explaining to the children monsters didn't exist, they knew the damned things were there.

"That's not a swear word though! Or is it?" He muttered.

"It's rude." she said, flipping the eggs fiercely.

Elliot grumbled, but didn't say anything else.

The food was ready. Susan put reasonably sized portions of food on the plates and served the children and herself. "So, what shall we do today?" she asked.

"Fight goblins!" Elliot said, waving a knife about like a sword. "And shove a sword right down the goblin king's throat!"

"Oi, stop it. You could take someone's eye out." she told Elliot. "We can't go on any quests today, but we could go to the park?"

"And fight goblins!" Elliot exclaimed, shoveling his bacon into his mouth.

Lucky looked up, “can we go to the beach?”

"We can't go to the beach, it's wintertime." Susan said, taking a sip of coffee infused tea.

"Ooh! We could hunt for nixies!" Elliot said, trying to stealthily place more bacon on his plate.

"Elliot, no sneaking bacon. You can have some more, just ask first."

"K, can I have more bacon?"

"Can you?" Susan asked. The children normally used the term "May" but sometimes Susan had to correct them.

Elliot stuck out his tongue. "I dunno, that's why I'm asking."

"M-m-may you." Susan said, stressing the "M" several times to make her point. "You are perfectly capable of asking." she added.

"Ugh. Fine. MAY I have more bacon?"
(I gtg soon :(

(Kk) "Yes, you may." she said.