"Pasta?"
Long yellow noodles numbering several dozen. All coated and slathered in a delectable and scrumptious-looking red sauce on top of it. And occasionally, stuck in it were beef shaped into balls.
As they placed it in the centre of the table, Lillian couldn't pry her eyes away from it. And she knew the obvious reason why.
She was hungry.
And this was made apparent as a heavy growl echoed from her stomach, drawing the gazes of the three other women in the room, who stared at her with a warm gaze.
Lillian laughed, embarrassed by her stomach, as she rubbed the back of her head before quietly muttering:
"Oops... Hehe, it smells good."
Her mother blinked at her before gesturing towards her seat, "Then, let's get you full. You must be hungry after your sparing lessons."
And that was what she did. That was what they all did.
