Mya was insistently pulling me back toward her room while I patiently (at least patient was what I was going for) explained that I needed to eat my lunch. Just because she had filled up with ravioli at 10 am didn't mean that I was full too. She had a tea party on the go and was quite convinced I should attend.
I resisted the sweet invitation due to hunger pangs and headed to the pantry.
"You don't need soup, you're already big!", she clarified.
Ouch.
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