Emma's Pov
Charlotte was sitting on the kitchen counter eating ice cream when I entered with Gaya and the grocery bags. Charlotte's short legs swung in the air; the height from the kitchen counter to the ground was quite high for her size.
Steve was washing the dishes and telling Charlotte which ingredients are needed to make ice cream.
"What if we made a bean-flavored ice cream? Would it taste good?" Charlotte suggests before taking another spoonful of her ice cream. All of us in the kitchen furrow our brows at the flavor suggestion.
Gaya and I put the grocery bags on the table and started unpacking the products. Charlotte doesn't say anything about leaving me alone listening behind the door, and I don't mention that I was looking for her after my discovery.
It's a secret. I need to
