"Food is ready." Alexia announced, walking into the dinning room with two plate of pasta and stew on a tray, on her hand.

"Finally, I've been silently dying of pure hunger." Aaron said, his fingers drumming on the surface of the dinning table, impatient.

"Jerk." Alexia mutters under her breath, "I heard that sis, anyway this pasta does scent nice. I hope, my hope won't be dashed when I actually have a taste of the spaghetti." 

"Just shut up." Alexia says annoyed. She is not angry at her brother for doing what he did in the kitchen, but she's angry at herself for giving in to him. She should have...