Is This The Krusty Krab No This Is Patrick の小説・ストーリー

"And they have an extraordinary chocolate cake there, Cat!" "What's with your fixation on chocolate cake today, brother? You had one this morning - I saw the plate on your side table - you had another during the video conference, and now you're already thinking about having it again at dinner? You'll end up getting fat, pretty boy," Patrick said teasingly. "Oh, my friend, I'm simply addicted to chocolate cake," he replied with a roguish smile, and I felt my cheeks burn. We heard a knock on the door, and Mari came in followed by Celeste.

Patterson walks to where I'm standing as we're passed our drinks and then we take the cart with us as we walk down the aisles of food. "I feel better already," he says, looking over at me and taking a drink. "So, what's your late-night guilty pleasure?" I watch as he grabs a box of double-stuffed Oreos off the shelf and puts them in his cart. Those are my absolute favorite, but I'm not about to admit it. "I don't know. It depends on my mood," I say, pretending to be cool. What is wrong with me? Why do I care what this guy thinks?

"Psst." Mandy stopped and looked around. She spun when she heard a laugh behind her. A small child stood slightly behind a tree. The boy looked like a refugee in torn clothes with choppily cut, too long hair and dirt smudges on his face. "Oh, um... hi. Who are you?" His small chest swelled. "I am Patreous, son of Tyboll the Terrible." It was such an outlandish way to introduce himself that she had to fight back laughter. "Well Patreous, son of Tyboll the Terrible, I am Mandy, mate to Honey the Hell Spawn. It's nice to meet you."

she broke off, cross with herself at having said so much. "Oh no", he replied. "Kingsley chose it". He turned his head to look at Patrick, and an expression of pain crossed his features. "My good boy, are you emulating the style of Mr Fritzwa and his associates, or is that monstrous erection round your neck due merely to the clumsiness of your valet?" "I was in a hurry", said Patrick defensively, and reddening in spite of himself. "Then do not be in a hurry again. Cravats are not to be tied in an instant. I hear you bought Scruton's bay mare at Tentarall's".

Meggy reminded her as she was scooped up and deposited on the countertop. “A little thing you like you?” Patsy asked, shaking her head again. “I don’t think one gingersnap is liable to make you anything, except for maybe a little less sad.” She produced a cookie out of a jar labeled “Flour” and Meggy’s face lit up a bit as she took a nibble, hoping her mother didn’t walk in. “Now, I suspect eavesdroppin’ on your uncle and your mother is a good way to get yourself into quite a bit of trouble, little miss,” Patsy reminded her, looking sternly into her large blue eyes.