“You like that?” Archi asked Astoria.
“I want more chicken” she replied.
“Baby, you can have my chicken” Ara told her.
Astoria looked at her. “Really?” she asked. Ara nodded amusedly.
“You don’t have to give her your chicken, baby. We’ll just order more. Eat your food” Archi told them. He stood and went to the counter to order food.
“Our baby’s a good eater. That’s good, that’s good” Aro brushed Astoria’s head.
“I will let you eat my arms when the zombies come, Ate” Astoria said while eating a fried chicken.
Ara’s eyes widened with what Astoria said. “I don’t want to eat your arm” Ara shuddered.
“Why not? I have sausage arms, it won’t thin that much” she said.
Aro laughed. “Really? You’ll let your Ate eat your arms?” he asked her.
Astoria nodded. “I’ll give her a bite in my leg a
