*Beth's POV*
I woke up and started my daily routine. I showered and got ready, dressed in a white shirt and jeans. My body was sore and stiff, so I stretched for five minutes before going downstairs and making breakfast. I decided to make pancakes, eggs, and bacon. When Zed and Daniel came down, they studied me more than usual, and I felt self-conscious. Did I have pancake batter on my face?
I served breakfast and described the sugary taste of syrup to Daniel as we ate so he could sense it, also.
“It's like strawberries, sour and sweet. Your mouth can't help but secrete saliva," I described. “I added it for additional flavor."
I sighed. I wished Daniel could taste the breakfast I had prepared with care but at least he was full, at that's what mattered.
“I've never had strawberries
