Alexandros had a stern expression on his youthful face as he looked at the menu with intense focus. It was evident by the lines on the boy's forehead that he was having difficulty choosing something to eat. Meanwhile, the child's father was far from impatient, instead he gazed around the room with a hint of nostalgia in his mismatched eyes. Finally, after several minutes of indecisiveness, the boy placed down the menu and sighed before he gave voice to his frustrations.
"I don't know what to get!"
A simple snort resounded in the air as Helena retorted to her brother's statement with a look of contempt on her doll-like face.
"That's no surprise. You never know what to order whenever we go out to eat. In fact, it weren't for dear old mommy Linde you would have probably starved to death by now..."
