Hezron descended the stairs cautiously, his nose shielded by a pair of clippers he had improvised to block out the smell of food. His stomach grumbled in protest, reminding him that he needed to eat despite his aversion to certain smells.
As he reached the bottom of the stairs, Carvin shot him a curious look. "What's with the clippers on your nose?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Hezron managed a sheepish smile. "Just trying to avoid certain smells," he replied vaguely, not wanting to delve into the specifics of his aversion to food smells.
His grandparents, who were seated at the dining table, tried to hide their laughter behind polite coughs. They exchanged amused glances, clearly finding Hezron's impromptu nose clippers quite entertaining.
Carvin raised an eyebrow but d
