Nathan Foster saw her being picky with food, glanced at the food that South Grant had picked out, and then Nathan used his chopsticks to pick out the food she didn't like, filling her plate.
South Grant watched Nathan add vegetables to her plate and screamed internally:
I don't want this!!!
Can't you find some other way to get back at me?
Rosalind Sutton sat across from them, watching South Grant with an almost-tearful expression.
She couldn't help but smile and said, "High Commander Foster, you're really harsh on your niece."
"Picky eating isn't good." Nathan said with a look of concern.
"South is already an adult this year, not a kid, so even if she's picky, it's no big deal. I'm picky too, and my parents don't care anymore." Rosalind said.
Exactly!
South Grant nodded vigorously like a pecking chicken.
"Even if she's an adult, she can't be picky, because she's malnourished right now." Nathan glanced at South.
South Grant: "..."
Malnourished...
