One of the cat eared maids went upstairs to our table. “What is your order ma’am?”
“For me, it’s this cinnamon bun with coffee.” Amanda said to the waitress.
Then she looked at me. “How about you?”
“He can’t read Amanda. He probably didn’t even touch the menu," Cyril said to her sister, literally smothering the fact that I can't even identify a single letter.
“Is that so? I see.” She looked at the menu again, must be thinking of something that I could like.
“How about tuna pasta and a moon bread?” Tuna pasta sounds very nice, but the moon bread? I’m not sure about it. I only know what a moon cake is.
“Anything is fine.” I can’t be picky as a form of respect to her treat.
“I would like to have a dragon loaf!” Emi said.
“I want mac and cheese!” Cyril added.
“So to be clear ma’am,
