93. Chicken
I ain’t talkin’ poultry when I say this chicken’s fried.

Aiden chewed. And chewed. And, yeah.. chewed a bit more. At this point, he was having difficulty determining whether Ella had really prepared chicken, or if she had splashed some seasoning on a bit of rubber, fried it up, and served it to him hot.

Chewing..

“How do you like the chicken, babe?”

“Oh, it’s good, good.. really good,” said Aiden, after finally swallowing the piece in his mouth.

PFFFFT. Ella looked at him from behind unimpressed eyelids, then took a bite herself.

Chewing..

Without hesitation, she spit the piece right back onto her plate.

“Yeah right, we’re getting take-out.”