Now that's what I call a snack

#Chapter44 Now that's what I call a snack

/"Mom! Dad!/" Tristan's voice floods the vast house, travelling to some corners and faintly echoing back.

/"Why did you yell?/" I ask him.

/"Felt like it./" He shrugs.

/"I'll be in the kitchen to grab a snack then we'll head out./" I say as I walk to the kitchen.

/"Do we really have to go?/" Tristan's whine earn an eye roll from me.

/"Yes./" I grab a tub of Nutella ice-cream out of the freezer and I lift myself up to sit on the kitchen island.

/"That is not a snack./" Tristan points to the tub in my hand.

/"Yes, it is. Now, hand me a spoon./"

With an eye roll, Tristan trudges to the utensils drawer and pulls out a silver spoon, then hands it to me.