"Ahi!!" squealed Moka, trying to hide her embarrassment.
Ahi, just turned away on her heels commenting, " It's not that you are bad at cooking, It's just not to my taste."
'I'd rather prefer that Shorty's cooking to yours !' she added silently, dreading her bff's culinary skills.
" Don't bother. You know...Nobody can satisfy me" she said, with a helpless smile.
Moka: 'Picky with food, picky with men, picky with your head! What else are you not picky about?' scolded Moka, for the first time in their bff relationship.
*Sigh
Immediately regretting her silent scolding to her darling Ahi, Moka sighed with guilt.
'I really wonder, what kind of life you'd end up with.' she thought, shaking her head helplessly.
"Right." she agreed.
"Momo!" rushed Ivaan, from upstairs, stumbling on few stairs in his hurried state.
"Here, take this hat." He put the hat carefully, on his wife's head, and also handed a whole bunch of supplies, of who knows what in a mini-duffel.
