Chapter 7

• "Food is ready." Alexia announced, walking into the dinning room with two plate of pasta and stew on a tray, on her hand.
• "Finally, I've been silently dying of pure hunger." Aaron said, his fingers drumming on the surface of the dinning table, impatient.
• "Jerk." Alexia mutters under her breath, "I heard that sis, anyway this pasta does scent nice. I hope, my hope won't be dashed when I actually have a taste of the spaghetti."