 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
With all the discussion that was going on, Megan was still oblivious. Her fingers were now licked rather clean and her eyes were on the table again. “You should put me down,’’ she said calmly, and not directing the comment at anyone in particular. “I want more food.’’ It had literally just occurred to her that she could closely examine this deliciousness to determine the ingredients to make the food by herself. The other option would be to use the internet or cookbooks These were both viable as Megan had learnt recently.
The blond’s ears perked like a cat’s when she heard she and Val and Laurel were being taken to a training and trial room.
Eh...
Whatever.
“Is there going to be food there?” |