MAGGIE sipped the soup with a sound.
"Yeah, Aling Iseng, super B!" Charlotte said that she used her hands to eat.
The old woman just smiled modestly at the compliment she heard.
"Hey, why you are so quiet," Maggie commented to Alyssa that noticed her friend seemed to be having a hard time raising the spoon. "Need help?"
"Just eat there," Alyssa replied without looking at her friend.
"I'm going to feed you, it's like you can't lift the spoon you're holding." Maggie was still joking with Alyssa.
Alyssa's eyes narrowed at her friend.
"I think I have a headache," Alyssa admitted. As much as she was thinking, she felt the pain in her head, she was thinking about what she was going to do, how she could warn her colleagues to be careful with the artist.
"Sip some hot broth, Alyssa," Gregorio said that he had been watching her.
Alyssa raised her head and looked slightly at the artist.
"Yes sir!" She answered sparingly.