Sophie Wilson picked up a piece of cantaloupe, took a bite, her eyes lit up, and without thinking, brought it to Charles Seymour's mouth: "It's so sweet!"
Charles Seymour, without a second thought, opened his mouth and took a bite, nodding: "Sweet. Want a couple more?"
"Uh-huh." Sophie Wilson happily nodded repeatedly, then pointed to the mousse cake beside them, saying, "I want that!"
Charles Seymour didn't say anything, he just picked up everything Sophie Wilson had her eyes on, looked at the already full plate, and said: "Let's go sit over there first."
"Sure." Sophie Wilson naturally had no objections.
After Sophie Wilson sat down, she tugged on Charles Seymour's arm and acted coyly: "I saw some fried..."
"I'll get you some." Charles Seymour didn't wait for Sophie Wilson to finish, he knew exactly what she meant.
"Great!" Sophie Wilson delightedly gave Charles Seymour's arm a pat, "Go ahead!"
