Thea's expression softened. "It's beneficial for your health, Charlotte. You have a fever. "
Charlotte shook her head defiantly. "You can have it if you enjoy it. I'm not going to eat it. "
With that, Charlotte reclined on the bed, turning her back to Thea. Thea placed her plate aside and approached the bed.
"I don't think so, Charlotte." Thea remarked, her tone both firm and playful, as she sat down next to Charlotte on the bed.
"Take some soup now." Thea suggested, extending the bowl. "You've already had a 'small' piece of pastry, after all. "
Charlotte turned onto her side, her eyes squinting playfully at Thea. "Are you going to make me drink this terrible soup? "
Thea's expression stayed neutral, but her eyes glimmered with humor. "If it's necessary, then…"
Charlotte sulked, her bottom lip sticking out. "You're so unkind… Can't you see that your best friend doesn't want to drink it? "
