The warm glow of the dining room spilled over the table as Dila and Fran sat down, the rich aroma of freshly cooked food filling the air. Fran's eyes sparkled with excitement, and she wasted no time grabbing a drumstick, her small hands clutching it eagerly. She tore into the meat with joyful abandon, her little bites punctuated by satisfied "nyum nyum" sounds, her tail flicking with delight as she leaned close to Dila.
Dila watched her sister with a mix of amusement and concern, brushing a strand of silver-white hair from her face. "Calm down, Fran," she said gently, her tone almost scolding but soft. "You might get a stomach cramp tonight with all that meat."
But Fran paid no attention. Her mouth was full, eyes sparkling, and she continued to devour her food with pure, innocent enthusiasm. "Nyum nyum nyum!" she exclaimed, barely pausing to breathe, leaning slightly toward Dila as if sharing her excitement.
