Wendy's cooking was out of this world, so much that Augustus and I licked the plate clean. After two helpings, I rubbed my belly, feeling satisfied. “I haven't eaten so well in a long time.”
Augustus arched a brow at me and said, “Do I not feed you enough?”
I stuck my tongue out at him. It had always been takeouts after takeouts. I had to cook for myself if I wanted some home-cooked food, which explains why I haven't felt so satisfied for a long time.
“I'm full.” I nodded my head solemnly, then shook my head, “Just not satisfied.”
Augustus smiled and let me be.
Wendy was very attentive and thoughtful. All the pots and pans she used to cook us dinner were already cleaned when I went in to wash the dishes. That way, I would only need to wash mine and Augustus's plates and nothing else.