THALIA
I put down a tray with biscuits and some tea, offering Malachi a cup before sitting beside Rael. Malachi thanked me, sipping on tea before he lifted his gaze.
“It’s good,” He complimented with a smile.
I reciprocated the smile, and the others helped themselves. Reagan ran up and sat to my other side, eyeing my cup of tea.
“Can I have that, too, please?” Reagan pointed at my cup.
“You might not like the taste, though,” I warned, but couldn’t help but smile at his curiosity.
He pouted and insisted, “I want to try. I’m four,” he said as if being four immediately changed his taste in food.
I smiled and shrugged, handing him my cup, “Alright, your call.”
Reagan held the cup with both hands and diligently took a sip after lightly blowing on it, only to grimace right after. He qui
