Brenda's POV
Strolling into the kitchen, I snatch a cup and fill it with milk, choosing to have milk and treats. I was too drained to even consider cooking, not that I had any motivation to be, and the oven was unstable and possibly worked when it needed to. Plunging my roll in my milk, I nibble it, the syrupiness making me overjoyed.
Sugar generally affected me. Brian said it was on the grounds that I wasn't accustomed to having it, and after I irritated him with my consistent chatting on the manner in which here from the sack of mists Romeo gave me before I left, he threw them through the window and raged at me. I hadn't had anything sweet since other than counterfeit sugar in my coffee Brian brought last time he came here. He said it was a treat for being great, however it didn't sugg
