"You both look famished," Florence remarked as Susan and Athena stepped into the living room.
The duo exchanged amused glances.
Famished of natural food, you mean, Athena mused, dropping into an armchair and sprawling ungracefully in it.
After checking out the lab Ewan had conditioned to please her, they had decided to sample the sugared foods the neighbors had brought. One bite had led to two, and two to three—the rest was history.
Athena was sure she smelled of chocolate and butter.
"We are good, ma. Trust us," Susan spoke up for both of them, falling into the next armchair with her hands on her stomach.
The remaining platter had been given to Rodney, who claimed he couldn't get more sugar into his system at that moment. Since he lived alone, it made sense for him to carry the rest home.
Maybe we shouldn't have eaten so much, Athena thought, aware of Florence staring at them quizzically, and of old Mr. Thorne stepping into the living room with the kids.
