"Good thing I trained my taste buds and stomach before running away," Luke muttered while chewing, warranting a glare from Cosette.
"Don't eat if you don't want it," she spat and clicked her tongue. "Also, don't talk while chewing. Since when did you start talking when your mouth is full?"
"I'm manifesting poverty, alright?"
"Who manifests poverty?" Cosette scrunched her nose up, looking at Luke with utter dismay. "Goodness. I'm so hungry I can't even get angry at him."
As the two continued gobbling up the food Maxen ordered, he glanced at the broken table not far away. A deep exhale slipped past his lips. It was a good thing Maxen was quick to react as the foot of the table gave in when he was preparing the table. They avoided wasting food, but now, they were eating on the floor.
