As Emily walked towards the kitchen, the aroma of peach cobbler filled her senses, making her stomach grumble in anticipation. Nana was already at the table, placing the cobbler with precision, and Emily could barely contain her excitement.
"Good morning, Nana! What smells so delicious?" Emily asked, her eyes twinkling with anticipation.
Nana turned around, her grin wide. "Good morning, my dear! I made fresh peach cobbler and some lemonade. You haven't been eating well lately," she scolded, wagging her finger at Emily.
Emily chuckled. "I know, Nana. I'll do better, I promise."
Nana shook her head, her curly hair bouncing with her movements. "Young people nowadays never listen. Always running around and forgetting to take care of themselves. No wonder you're not married yet," she teased
