<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla pouted a little, dragging her fork across the bottom of her plate.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “It’s not a pile of mush....”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she grumbled, before sticking a fork full in her mouth. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“I just think food gets boring after multiple bites of the same thing.” </span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi shook his head.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"> “You know you can’t do that if we ever end up around other people, right?”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> there were some times he questioned if they could take his sister out in public at all.</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“Of course I know that. Do you see other people around here, now?”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she asked, glaring at him. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“I know when i’m able to be myself and when i have to act stuck up…” </span>