It started with something curved. Golden. Layered in soft folds like edible clouds that had somehow ended up inside their bags for the day. No one knew what it was called, but apparently that didn't matter.
"Mine is bigger."
Kael said it calmly, nonchalant yet decisive, as if he were stating an objective truth about the state of the world.
Across from him, Orien froze.
"No, Uncle! Mine is."
The indignation was immediate and deeply personal.
Kael lifted a brow and glanced at the half-moon-shaped pastry in Orien's hand. "Are you blind?"
"No!" Orien shot back, scandalized. "I just took a bite so it looks like it's smaller now! But I swear it was bigger earlier!"
He held up the remaining half as evidence. Unfortunately, the evidence was not compelling. Nearly half of it was clearly gone.
Kael's gaze focused on the missing portion that had to be inside someone's belly and then back to his nephew's face in quiet, unimpressed judgment.
