“Hey, you hungry?”
Warren came into his daughter’s room with a plate of her favorite; ramen noodles and sliced chicken, and applesauce, with a bottle of soda. Or well at least it was his favorite.
Alora looked at her father with amusement. She sat up on her bed, crossing her legs before she gestured for him to come into her room. He brought her the tray and when she saw what it was she laughed.
“Noodles.” She dryly commented. “With sliced grilled chicken.”
“Yeah, your favorite,” Warren replied.
“Seems, more your favorite daddy.” Alora mused as she started to eat a little.
Warren smirked. “Is that right? Could have sworn it was your favorite too, once upon a time.” He said, remembering those simpler times. “You know...when you were a child.” He added.
