The third point of view:
"What is this?" Anabelle poked her food with the fork in distaste.
"Classic spaghetti with tomato sauce," Isabella tipped her head questioningly, "What were you expecting?"
"Well for starters, sausage and spinach Fettuccine Alfredo, my favorite," Anabelle hoped her cousin would change her mind. Look at this, the spaghetti wasn't even deliciously garnished. Who in the world eats this?
[A/N: well, almost everybody in the world who doesn't have six zero digits in their account]
"For starters, in your dream," She retorted with a smile that didn't reach her cheeks, "Now, shut your mouth and eat," Isabella pointed out her bad table manners.
However, Anabelle didn't give up.
"Come on Izzy, we're eating in the open." She hinted it's less hygienic.
