Ruby, who was sitting on the other side, just rolled her eyes with a helpless smile. He really almost caused a scene in front of everyone, wailing about food injustice and betrayal.
Angeline leaned closer to her, whispering with a laugh, "He's so dramatic. Does he always cry like that at home too?"
Ruby nodded, deadpan. "Every time."
Milo patted Karl's back but couldn't hold in his giggles either. "Brother Karl, you can have my bread."
"NO!" Karl sniffled louder. "I want wife to care about my tears! Not your bread!"
And of course, Ruby did. A few minutes later, she got up, went to one of the festival stalls, and came back with a soft, warm cake—sweet and fluffy with a swirl of berry jam in the middle.
When she placed it right in Karl's hands, he gasped through his tears. "Wife…!"
She just flicked his forehead. "Stop sulking. Eat."
