"Rika, don't overeat," said the silver-haired girl with a sigh, casting a side glance at the blonde currently inhaling her fourth plate of pasta. "We've got training this afternoon."
Rika looked over at her with wide, innocent eyes. "But Emily, I only ate four plates."
"That's exactly why I'm telling you to stop," Emily replied, dabbing cream from her lips with a napkin.
"Oh, come on, Emily!" Rika whined dramatically. "Life is meant to be lived deliciously! What's the point if I can't eat what I want?"
"No means no."
Emily reached out and snatched the fifth plate straight from Rika's hands.
"Uwwwaaa! You're being so mean to little ol' me!" Rika puffed up her cheeks like a child denied candy.
I watched the entire scene unfold while calmly savoring a strawberry pastry.
"Hey," came Anna's voice from my left.
"You picking up Aria's cake obsession or what? That's your seventh slice."
Oh, trust me. I know.
