"Wait a minute, Rose made a whole bunch of tarts, how come there's only few of them here?"
Louisa had barely finished her sentence when the chef brought out another cheese tarts. She quickly snatched up three and was about to go for a fourth when the plate was wiped clean.
"You bunch of pirates!"
David was fuming; he hadn't managed to get his hands on a single tart since the meal started. Before he could vent his frustration, the chef arrived with another plate. As soon as it hit the table, everyone
dove in.
"Those aren't made by Rose, are they?"
"Who made these ugly tarts?"
Everyone withdrew their forks simultaneously, not a single tart taken, their faces filled with distaste.
"These are made by David."
The chef's revelation drew everyone's gaze towards David. If they heard right, David himself had called his own tarts ugly and was the first to pull back his fork.
Out of everyone, only Rosemary reached out, took a tart, and took a bite. "Not bad, tastes good."
