Ah!
Ravi lowered his head, his hands pausing as he fought and failed to hold the smile from appearing on his face.
Ash didn't have any wishes; that means he was not doing a bad job.
He felt like his heart was so full, like it was made of ice cream rather than flesh and blood.
Perhaps this was the joy of raising a child; just one sentence could bring you so much joy and validation.
"Okay." Ravi said a little awkwardly, "But if there is anything you want, you have to tell me."
"I know." The young voice sounded from the backyard before it took a more serious tone, like an old grandpa, "But it has to be reasonable; you don't want me becoming spoiled."
Ravi burst out laughing, "Sure. We wouldn't want that. Are there enough cucumbers remaining?"
"Just three. You want to make a small salad. Would they be enough?"
"They would have to do."
Ash soon entered the kitchen carrying the three cucumbers.
