"Michiru, how much does a kid eat?" Haruka asked, unsure as she dug her fingers into chop meat, grinding it and mashing it in her hands. Michiru glanced over at Haruka, a puzzled look on her face. "It's not that dumb of a question," Haruka chuckled.
"Well, to be fair, you're right. It isn't. I'm not entirely sure either."
"So neither of us know, huh?" Haruka chuckled, "Well, in that case, shouldn't matter. I'm sure if we just give her an ordinary amount of food, she won't finish all that she's given, and we'll just judge how much to give her next time by that."
"Hmmm, clever," Michiru replied, smiling as she wrapped her arms around Haruka's middle.
"I have my moments," chuckled Haruka, turning over her shoulder to plant a kiss on Michiru's forehead.
At the table, Haruka served bowls of chili (not a very Japanese dish, but Haruka wasn't very good at making elaborate dishes...) to the four women seated. Though Pluto ate very slowly, each bite calculated, Hotaru seemed overjoyed to dig into the meal. Haruka stared at her princess, an eyebrow raised. For a sickly looking girl, she sure had an appetite.
Good. She needed some happiness after all she'd been through.
Copyright 2000 - 2025 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.27 seconds at 9:42am on Nov 09, 2025 via server WEBX1.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author