Re: Biscuits in the kitchen
Adelaide groaned at the sight of more food, but picked up a biscuit nonetheless. Would this be satisfyingly delicious or would it be the snack that finally pushed her over the edge into illness and/or explosion? It could go either way.
"Baby is fine," she said, still eyeing the biscuit with a certain amount of trepidation. "Exhausting. Ravenous. Forcing me to be the only completely sober one in the house. But, otherwise, well."
She slipped into the seat beside him. "And how's my favorite elder twin in all the world?"