"Nice of you to join us, finally,"
I rolled my eyes at the passive aggressive remark and wandered towards the kitchen island, which was loaded with carbohydrates, artificial sugars and bad cholesterol in the form of toasted baguette slices with melted mozzarella, pâté, and fresh sprouts on top. The rest of the massive heart attack waiting to happen came in the form of waffles, cannellonis, bacon, and something akin to fried ham.
My mouth watered immediately. I was starving. The last time my mouth had experienced the delights of food was the night I got kidnapped, and even then, I hadn't gotten to eat any of the good food, just some appetisers.
"How long have I been asleep?" I giddily skipped towards the baguettes and started loading my plate with them. Next, came the fried ham, or whatever it was.
