Stuart gave Cecil his own spaghetti, the little bud raised his hand and accepted the plate of spaghetti as if he was receiving a knight’s sword from the queen. Then, he quickly ran to the dining room and started gobbling down the spaghetti like an animal.
Edie looked at the spaghetti in her hand and said, “I’m not hungry, you can have it.”
“Together.” He walked Edie to the dining table and pulled a chair out for her.
This times, Edie didn’t say anything. She picked up the noodle with her fork and fed it to Stuart. As he ate, his mouth curved into a smile, she could not help wondering, “What are you laughing at?”
“If I knew him fighting over food with me would lead to you feeding me, he can have all my food from now on.”
“Really? Good, good! I like that!” Cecil said
