"But Amy wants to eat it too. She's the little female cub you gave birth to. Can't you just give her one more?" Miche furrowed her delicate brows, a conflicted expression on her face.
"You are Amy's mother, after all. Don't tell me you can't even bear to let her eat a frost melon," Sophie chimed in sarcastically.
Amy looked at Ophelia with her green eyes. Her gaze held anticipation, though she feigned indifference on her face.
"Frost melons are limited to one per person. Trade for it if you want it. If not, get lost."
Ophelia made a quick calculation. Tyler should be back soon.
"Ophelia, Amy really wants to taste the frost melon. You might not like her being close to me, but you shouldn't let her hopes be dashed just because of that.
"I can promise you, I won't take a single bite of the frost melon. Really," Miche said, her voice choking with fake sobs.
