Talia's POV
"Do you smell that?" I ask George, who is already sniffing around the place, his nose twitching as he turns in circles. "It smells like someone's making something really yummy."
"How can you say the food is tasty if you haven't even tried it?" George points out, still sniffing the air as his brows pull together. "But who exactly is cooking this delicious meal? Dave stays here with his grandmother, and to the best of my knowledge, we go around searching for leftovers. How could he have gotten money to cook such a delicious meal?"
Suddenly, an idea pops up, and we both look at each other in surprise, our eyes widening at the same time. "The money in the bag!!!" we chorus, rushing into the hut. There, Dave is sitting happily, eating a bowl of freshly cooked rice, his shoulders
