"I'm full, sister, I swear I'm full!"
"No way, if you don't eat this last piece of dolma, I'll be offended!"
No matter how much I struggled, that last piece of dolma was going to be eaten, and I was forced to eat it. It wasn't just me; the whole party was suffering from the same affliction. Anyone who thought 'you guys must be starving by now' came running with whatever they had in their hands.
Sukrucuk resisted a bit at first, but seeing it was no use, he found a loophole and bailed; I knew where our tank was. In a corner of the forest, sitting on some rocks, he was getting buzzed with a few guys.
We relaxed like this for a while longer, laid on the grass; before we could even digest what we ate, watermelons arrived, and who knows what else.
When the sky began to darken, the forest and the happy folks slowly started fading away; where they vanished, they left behind a small box each. Four of them were quite large, it was obvious, they were ours.
