"Cereal again, Celeste? This is really getting out of hand. Why don't we make sandwiches today?"
"I don't want that."
"Toast?"
"No..."
"Then how about I chef you up my masterpiece?"
"What's that?"
Zillon grinned. "Eg—"
"No..."
The stupid grin on Zillon's face went missing instantly, she didn't even let him finish...how harsh. For months now, she's been eating unhealthy food, nothing to keep her throughout the day which was why she was almost always hungry... ice-cream, buns, salty snacks and cereals that's what she mostly ate for breakfast, sometimes he could force to eat what he prepared —eggs, the only thing he actually cook and sausage sandwiches— but not everyday she'd listen.
"Celeste, come on..." He threw an arm over her shoulder, pulling her away from the cereal box. "Don't
