Robert's vision blurred. Before he could even register what had happened, the half bun resting quietly on his plate vanished.
In a split second, Ariana had shoved her own half into her mouth. Now, she clutched the stolen half against her chest, her body slightly hunched as she glared at him with wary eyes.
Confusion flashed across his face. He glanced at the bun pressed against her chest, licked his lips, and resignedly pulled his hand back.
*Not this again,* he grumbled inwardly.
"Alright, alright, I won't take yours. Happy? There's no need to shield it with your chest every time," Robert said. "I'm old enough to be your father. I'm not going to fight a little girl for food."
Rolling his eyes, he abandoned all hope of pilfering from Ariana's tray. He sat down and nudged Daniel with his elbow.
"Go buy another two of those vegetable and mushroom buns. You can tell they're good just by looking at her reaction."
