"I'm not going," Jane Sampson responded without a second thought.
"Are you sure you won't go? I saw him holding something in his hand, looks like food," tempted Helen Watson. "It looks like yogurt."
Jane's eyelids twitched.
She had only mentioned yogurt to James Black yesterday, so the only possibility downstairs was James Black.
So, should she go down for the sake of yogurt?
"Oh, how annoying," Jane muttered as she slowly got up, and then, with a languid air, she left the room.
However, once Helen Watson and the others couldn't see her, Jane sped up, practically flying down the stairs two at a time, murmuring, "Yogurt! Yogurt! My lovely yogurt!"
But as she almost reached the entrance to the staircase, she slowed down, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and then strolled out, adopting James Black's scowling expression as she stood before him.
