“Maybe if we visit them, they’ll be happier,” Timothee nodded thoughtfully.
“Yeah, of course... I mean, how could they not be? They even sent us all this food,” I said, pointing to the array of food boxes.
“I love this food. Honestly, it’s better than anything I could cook myself,” Prily finally agreed with a nod.
“But what should we bring to their house?” I asked, resting my chin in my hand, perplexed.
Timothee’s eyes lit up with an idea. “How about we gather some berries and make a special pie for the Richardson family? They love homemade pies, and it would show our appreciation.”
I smiled at the suggestion, feeling a sense of warmth. “That's a great idea, Timothee. They’d love that. But I was also thinking... what if we make a special Italian meal for them too? Something different
