“Alright, I'd like to begin serving soup now, start grabbing trays.”
To Huxley's surprise, he actually managed to serve the three soup bowls on his tray without spilling a single drop.
Just as he was about to head back to the kitchen, someone pulled his sleeve.
Turning around they all sat still, disappointed and confused looks on their faces.
He hears a throat clear and leans in to listen,
“Why are we having soup?”
“Ugh I- it's what they gave me”
Jade chuckles with phoney amusement,
“I believe my dear sister is referring to the fact that we weren't given any soup spoons.”
Huxley swallows hard. The extra spoons he’d thought he was being helpful by removing weren’t so extra at all.
Efraim looks down at his soup, hungry and honestly too lazy to use the spoon anyway,
“We could always drink it.”
“Shut up you imbecile”
Rickon sat at the other end of their table, completely disinterested in the lack of utensils.
“Hmm, lovely but which one is worthy of me?”
Avan was frustrated at the whole ordeal, how had he gotten so unlucky to have been paired with poison Ivy. The girl was a disgrace but he would take her over none at all.
“Hmph. What makes you think any of them are looking at you?”
