Eve set up the tent in the middle of the living room. The opening faced the mounted LED TV on the wall. A portable stove served as their bonfire for meals. She laid on her stomach on the sleeping bag, her shoulders up to her head peeking out to stir on the pot of noodles.
Ambryan came with two glasses of fruit juice. He crossed his legs and sat on the floor. The both of them had changed into their pajamas. "I don't think this is a healthy diet."
"It's only one serving and only for tonight," Eve defended. "It's fine as long as I don't stuff myself with it. As agreed, you'll be in charge of food starting tomorrow. But today, I feast!"
Her fork went up in the air as she paused. "Moderately, that is."
Offering her the drink, Eve took a sip. "You think the baby will like camping when they grow up?"
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