"Yummy, I always love the taste of sandwiches?" In the room, four figures could be seen as three sat on the bedside nibbling on the sandwiches with more in the basket before them. The fourth whose eyes twitched as the whisp of the smell of what they were enjoying kept dancing around his nostrils— all this unnoticed by the others.
"They do taste great," Mia remarked with a mouthful, savoring its taste as it swirled around on the buds. "Mmm, no— they're simply heavenly. I wish I could meet the one who made this."
Alicia raised her head to look at her, puzzled by her words. "But Aunty, I'm the one who made it. Though mother's pies tastes better mmm"
"Eh? You made this?!" She couldn't believe it.
"Ah, you should come visit us with more of this, Alicia. My nephew would offer you his title for it— Hahahaa." Vans chipped in, finishing up a third sandwich and reaching into the basket for an apple.
