A Sense of Comfort
Heh, just making a quick entry. Eating lunch right now with Sora in the kitchens.
Man, I forgot how much food Sora could put away. Three bowls of rice, six helpings of chicken, two bowls of veggies and almost four glasses of fruit juice. Now, he's wheedling Marie, the kitchen mistress, out of more food. She keeps insisting that they need to start supper and thus, clean away lunch. Sora keeps pouting at her. She keeps waving a wooden spoon at him as if she's gonna pistolwhip him with it.
Oh boy, Sora's giving her that smile of his. She's wavering... no, she's lifting the spoon...no!...
Aww, she caved. Two more bowls of rice and more chicken for Sora, and she just handed him a full pitcher of juice.
And she keeps asking if I want anything else, like dessert, or more food, or a wedding cake. What in the world? Someone else who thinks I'm too skinny. Blah, I eat well enough.
...I think.
Sora, if you're reading this, you have a grain of rice stuck to your eyebrow. Just though you'd like to know.
Man, I forgot how much food Sora could put away. Three bowls of rice, six helpings of chicken, two bowls of veggies and almost four glasses of fruit juice. Now, he's wheedling Marie, the kitchen mistress, out of more food. She keeps insisting that they need to start supper and thus, clean away lunch. Sora keeps pouting at her. She keeps waving a wooden spoon at him as if she's gonna pistolwhip him with it.
Oh boy, Sora's giving her that smile of his. She's wavering... no, she's lifting the spoon...no!...
Aww, she caved. Two more bowls of rice and more chicken for Sora, and she just handed him a full pitcher of juice.
And she keeps asking if I want anything else, like dessert, or more food, or a wedding cake. What in the world? Someone else who thinks I'm too skinny. Blah, I eat well enough.
...I think.
Sora, if you're reading this, you have a grain of rice stuck to your eyebrow. Just though you'd like to know.