Ceres clutched the yogurt in her hand against her then tightly.
The look in her red eyes was dead serious—sharp, unblinking.
"Huh?"
Damn. She meant it.
I looked away before I could roll my eyes or sigh aloud. Probably for the best.
"I don't want your yogurt," I muttered. "And by the way… what was that back there with your food? You're not actually scared of vegetables, are you?"
The image flashed in my head—her awkward food maneuvering at the table just a moment ago. Come to think of it, I'd seen something similar yesterday in the cafeteria, too. Ceres, Deandra, Don, and Chelsea had all gathered at my table.
Ceres had been picking at her food even then.
Ceres frowned, her expression tightening slightly as she lingered in silence—thinking, maybe.
Then, without a word, she scooped another spoonful of yogurt and shoved it into her mouth.
"…eas," she mumbled.
I leaned in slightly. "What?"
"I don't like peas…" she said, her voice muffled.
A beat.
"…And carrots, too."
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