"STOP-" Ameera raised her fork, but it was too late. Louise had already placed the persimmon in his mouth.
"You said, Khaing Komthing?" He asked in between his bites, and Ameera rose from her chair and tried to flick Louise's head. He immediately dodged it, almost leaning toward Hael.
"What do you want?" He gazed at her with annoyance.
"It was supposed to be my last bite!"
"Bu yoa-"
Hael intervenes, "If you just want it so much, then why don't we just go to the persimmon farm?"
Both of them gazed hysterically at him, almost not believing his words, but then again, it was Hael who was speaking, because he would keep his words. While Luiza watched the scene unfold with great interest, Elijah had just turned a blind ear towards their bikkerings.
"You mean it?" Ameera asked him skeptically. Her hands crossed her waist.
