Everyone except for Kany has accumulated in the living room of the house. Kany is feeding her family their dinner. We each offered to help, but she said that this was an issue that she would take care of alone.
It's rather quiet. We don't have much to say, so we all seemed to agree on just eating dinner and getting it over with.
Time slowly passed as we each gulped down our soup.
It's not the best food I've ever had. I'm certain I could make something better. If I were to give it a letter grade, I would give it a B minus. It needs more salt and a little bit more dashvul to be perfectly blended.
...I guess beggars can't be choosers.
When I finally finished my food, I let out a large exhale as I placed the disposable container on the ground. Thanks to our dusting efforts earlier, the floor is clean enough for me to not be disgusted by eating on top of it.
