The stir-fried rice he had cooked—his modified version—was nearly gone.
And judging by the pace she'd picked up the moment he noticed her, she clearly didn't want to share it.
Isaac folded his arms.
"You know I was planning to taste that, right? I wanted to see what worked and what didn't."
"I thought you were going to throw it away."
"You said not to."
"I meant as in don't eat it later."
"I was going to eat it now."
Selene didn't answer. She just kept chewing, a little faster now.
When Isaac took a step forward, she shifted slightly, trying to shield the plate with her arm.
"You can't be serious. Let me taste it."
She gave an innocent look. "What? You said I could eat it."
"I said I wasn't going to stop you. That's not the same thing."
Isaac reached for the plate.
Selene pulled it back.
A light struggle began, half-playful and mostly harmless.
Isaac didn't use force, and Selene didn't either, but both were equally stubborn.
