“Sophia, you sure you don't want any of this octopus?” Andrew asked, his mouth full of the octopus he had split with Dan.
Instead of answering nicely, Sophia threw sand at Andrew that she had picked up from beside her, making him complain and stand to avoid the sandstorm.
“Hey! That's dirty!” he grumbled.
“Better than having to look at that thing!”
“What’s the problem? It's perfect; it won't kill you even if it's a bit tough to chew at first.”
“Hell no! Keep it away from me,” Sophia insisted, still throwing sand at Andrew.
“Alright, alright! I won't tease you anymore, so stop that, okay?”
“As long as you keep that thing away, I'll stop.”
“Okay! I got it.” He agreed.
Once she stopped, they returned to their respective meals. Andrew continued with the octopus, and Sophia with the fi
