"Wow! What is that big brother?!" "Gimme, gimme! "It smells good!" "I'm hungry!" "When are we going to eat?!" "Is it meat?" "Are you going to feed us, big sister?" "Who are they?" Eight pairs of small, canine eyes from eight feral-like boys around seven years old look in our direction as we quietly watched our two classmates being welcomed by swarming children around them. Asher looked behind him and smile shyly, "They are my friends. Didn't I taught you all that it is rude to stare?" His brothers followed him and proceed to follow Estelle towards the dirty kitchen earnestly. "I apologize for them, they can be very excited when it comes to food," the son of Lytta said as he nodded at us and gestured to come inside, "It's not much, but at least Est taught my brothers to clean thi

