Arielle knew what Malorie wanted, the ravioli she made last night.
Perfect! Everything is going according to plan.
Scoffing mentally, she replied in a gentle tone, “The fastest food that I can make will be the leftover ravioli from yesterday. Is that okay with you, Grandma?”
Malorie snorted and replied in a reluctant tone, “Fine, the ravioli it is!”
Arielle nodded and entered the kitchen after that.
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