We arrived at a spot where we decided to rest for a moment, and I asked what they wanted to eat after I pulled out a couch and a few seats under the shocked eyes of Mrs. Suri and her daughter.
Chubby Guy and Birthmark weren't shy about it anymore and ordered more soul food; Mother and Daughter declined, though they each took a bottle of water.
I looked at the commander with raised brows, but he didn't ask for anything.
I shrugged and turned to Henry, who looked at me with visible unhappiness as he sat beside me on the couch with crossed arms. He was always behaving as if taking out food was the equivalent of distributing my own flesh and blood.
I sighed and conjured up a frappuccino with extra caramel and all the colorful sugary stuff on it, something I had tried before when they gave out free samples at the mall.
