"Yeah. I'm asking you. Why is there nothing on the table? What do you expect us to eat?" her mom asked again.

"This..." Xenia was left speechless. How to reply to this question posed at her?

"Go into the kitchen and make us something nice to eat." her mom ordered.

"Make food?" her eyes widened in disbelief.

"You've got probs with your ears? Make something nice." Emma thundered, causing her to shiver.

"C-Can I make noodles?" she asked nervously.

"You think there are kids here?" Dylan asked.

"But noodles aren't only for kids. In fact..." Xenia got interrupted.

"I don't want your excuse. That 'something nice' must have meat. You...