"WHAT ARE THESE THINGS?!" Cael yelled, his mouth dripping with rich, reddish broth from the ramen.
"It's ramen," Neve muttered, folding his arms tightly across his chest and looking away.
Just a few minutes ago, he had been nearly bursting with excitement to devour every single strand in that bowl. But after taking barely three slurps, his stomach had done a violent turn. His appetite instantly vanished, replaced by a sudden, wave of nausea. His pregnancy taste buds had betrayed him again. The burning craving was completely gone, leaving him disgusted by the very smell that had made him cry earlier.
Not wanting such expensive food to go soggy or get thrown away, he had shoved the steaming bowl into Cael's hands to finish.
Cael had accepted the bowl with extreme caution, his brow heavily furrowed. He even tilted his head, peering into the broth as if expecting a sea monster to snap out at him.
