Evan comfortably lay on top of a mountain, looking at the floating clouds with a relaxed look on his face.
Beside him, Elora was also lying, her hands under her head, chewing a stalk of sweet honey grass. There was a thoughtful look on her face as if she was thinking about something very important.
Evan glanced at her from the corner of his eye, feeling a little strange seeing the thoughtful look on her face because he was certain that although she looked serious, she was just thinking about what she should eat tonight.
Even though he was certain she was thinking about food, he still decided to ask her.
"What are you thinking about?"
Hearing Evan, Elora didn't turn her head and while still looking at the clouds, she replied in a crisp voice.
"I am thinking if I should eat Mother's cooking tonight or ask Uncle Biscuit to cook something for me."
'As expected...' Evan nodded his head hearing Elora and decided not to bother her.
