I walked hand-in-hand with Nick through the snowy streets of Elthenia. Big, fluffy flakes fell, but his umbrella kept them off my fancy wool coat—not a single speck touched me. "Clara, what do you feel like eating later?" he asked.
I scrunched my face, thinking of all the fast food I'd had lately. "No more burgers or fries. I want…" My voice trailed off, a shadow dimming my eyes. I lowered my head, lashes flickering. "Never mind. Nothing sounds good."
My mind drifted to Grandma's tortellini soup and cake, flavors I craved but could never taste again. Nick brushed my ear gently. "What a shame about that tortellini soup I had flown in."
My eyes lit up. "No way! How'd you know?" I threw myself into his arms, grinning like a crescent moon.
"I learned your pack's recipe, practiced forever j
