Joe POV.
When we came downstairs, I could see that food was ready on the table. As I looked at it, a smile show up on my face, and when I said it, I looked around and while nowhere I could see food which I normally eat, grandma Jill said, "Greg told me that it will be good."
"OK, thank you," I said, while finally having something else. While knowing it, I smiled, and when I looked at Megan and when she smiled as she had finally something else, her mom said, "OK, let's eat. Two dishes today."
"Yes, and some desert" Megan asked.
"Like Amy, when she was pregnant with you. She wanted to eat sweets," Megan's dad said.
"Harry, shut up," Megan's mom said, and when she looked at Megan she said, "yes, I have one cake."
"Oh, which one?" Megan asked.
"Maybe you eat it, long time ago. Joe should know it, better," Megan's mom said, and when I looked at her, she smiled and then said, "recipe from your grandmother. Mom found it, not long time ago."
