>>2201774Carmen grunted and huffed, but got calmer once she removed the pin keeping her skirt up from behind. She gave us a short list of what she remembered the kitchen to have, further aided by Lisa; and then stood up to get us something.
“Aria, put your throat to my ear. I want to hear it from close,” Erika asked.
Medea, who had been very quiet ever since Erika had started praising me, longingly sighed, poking with her fork at her plate. Lisa also noticed, and asked her what was wrong.
“Oh, nothing is wrong. I was merely thinking back on a few documentaries I have seen in the past. Cats are remarkably powerful stress relievers, were you aware? They are far more loyal and amicable companions that they are usually credited for. That is without accounting for… a few other special properties they also have,” she monologued for a while longer.
Medea seemed keen on going on, but she was interrupted. Carmen had made a surprisingly fast trip and was already back. The tray clanged on the table and Erika and I had plates put in front of us.
“Chili for Aria and… sorry but they ran out of the pasta with meatballs, Erika. I brought you mac & cheese instead. You were lucky, I also got you a muffin; the last one they had; you’re going to have to share,” Carmen announced, behaving very obligingly.
“Shit, they always run out it,” Erika complained. Medea offered the rest of hers, but Erika declined. “Aria, say ‘ahhh!’” Erika patronized me, grabbing my plate and fork.
