By the time the second round of dishes arrived… spiced skewers still sizzling, a towering plate of pasta twirled into neat nests, and a rainbow-colored salad that looked almost too pretty to eat… the table had officially transformed into a festival. It may seem like lots of food, but mind you this is what you'd call a posh restaurant so the size of dishes was simply miserable, not top level miserable but still miserable.
Sophie was halfway through her third dish when she pointed her fork dramatically across the table. "Okay, listen up. If I ever disappear mysteriously, don't bother looking for me. Just check the kitchen of this place. I'll be living here as a ghost, haunting the desserts."
Hnnah replied with a deadpan face, "I don't think the chefs would tolerate a ghost that eats more than it scares."
"Rude! I'd be the cutest foodie ghost ever." Sophie puffed out her cheeks, then turned to Rex with pleading eyes that seemed to say. "Back me up here."
