'Stir-fried demonic ants? With extra chili peppers?'
'Is this really meant for human consumption? Oh, my dear sister! If you're trying to kill me, just say so.'
"Um..."
Aaron Sinclair took a step back, quickly raising a hand to stop her. "No, no, that's okay. My Demonic Qi has been a bit unstable lately, so I'm on a restricted diet. Sis, let's skip the stir-fried demonic ants for now, shall we?"
"We're not eating it?" The little girl was quite agreeable. She nodded slightly. "Okay! Well, if you ever want to eat it, just let me know, Brother. I'll be sure to make it for you."
Hearing this, Aaron Sinclair gave a dry laugh and silently took another step back.
'As for the "dark cuisine" his sister comes up with, he figured he would never, ever be in the mood for it. Anyone who can stomach her cooking is a real tough cookie. He'd forced some down with tears in his eyes before, so he supposed that made him one of them.'
