“It is an inventive recipe,” Mika complimented. Her spoon contained a slice of carrot and mango.
“Groundbreaking. Better than my first attempt at cooking,” Kwan said, gazing at a cut orange covered in tomato sauce.
Cove grabbed Ciaran’s hand. Ciaran felt a sense of embarrassment creep through him. He poked the vegetables with his spoon and tried eating them again. He gagged.
“You’ve had your fun. Leave us alone,” Cove announced, taking their plates and forcing them out.
Kalani retreated, running out the door. Kwan squeezed Ciaran’s shoulder before leaving.
“Sorry,” Ciaran muttered, crestfallen. He disposed of his meal.
For some inconceivable reason, Cove still bounced around their cabin. There was a skip to his step as he helped Ciaran clean dishes. Cove turned on the television as h
