Spoonful Quotes Novels & Stories

I was too immersed in my own mind that in an instant, I emptied out my glass. My father smiled in amusement, “You seem to be thirsty, dear.” He then pointed at my bowl with his spoon, “You still haven’t touched your soup.” I smiled awkwardly in response, “Right.” I picked up my spoon and ladled another spoonful of the soup. I pursed my lips as a wave of doubt clouded my thoughts. I repeatedly blew over my spoon, letting myself have more time to think on how to get myself out of here. Before I could blow again, Myra spoke, “My lady, I believe your soup is cold enough for you to eat.”

“Daddy, can I please have a taste?” “Of course, you can,” the museum staff replied. “Those are spoons which you can use at each scoop.” She pointed at a bunch of clean silver spoons. Thank you for your patronage.” Scooping Ariel into his arms again, Spencer gay a hold of some spoons in his hand and raised them to Ariel’s face. “There are five spoons in my hand. That means you can have five scoops of chocolate only. Nothing more. You okay with it?”

When he put the bowl down, Imogen said, “Didn’t you say you didn’t like spice? You looked like you’d rather go to the guillotine than drink that soup.” “I kept sneezing and couldn’t talk properly.” “Are you planning to start a long-winded speech, then?” Imogen asked, amused. “Should I prepare some popcorn, so I can sit here and snack while listening to your lengthy speech?”

I didn't even read the caption , l just foced a smile on my face. "They are really funny", She cackled all the way to the single serve coffee maker. "I forgot to bring it for you",she went on as she brewed a cup for me. "It's fine", l retorted as l watched her put two spoons of sugar. Yes the weaning had started because two spoons of sugar were not for me.

Luna was stunned and then tasted a spoonful herself. The soup was horrendous!

POISONED PUDDING (I). A true friend is our savior, he improves our happiness, abates our misery, doubles our joy and is always, always there for us in times of need. ~~ “ Slow down. The food isn’t going anywhere” Haven rolled her eyes for the hundredth time watching the pregnant woman munch down on her food hungrily. They were still in Haven’s room.

“Are you going to tell them you have another spoon?” I dig out the extra plastic spoon from the bag and sneak another bite of ice cream while Mark and Casper continue to fight.

He sat down, but I didn’t react— I mean, I tried not to. Lifting one hand off my lap, I picked the spoon. My lashes fluttered, not looking at him opposite me. I took a scoop, bringing it to my lips. I took a sip. My eyes widened. My grip on the spoon went slack in shock. Bursts of flavors exploded on my taste buds to smithereens, leaving behind an earthy, nutty flavor in place. The spoon tilted, but I swiftly tightened it, managing to hold it before the soup spilled.

What kind of best friend gave away my pizza, anyway? “He has a couple of slices saved for you, by the way. He told me to tell you to stop and eat something before you pass out and ‘fall face-first into a beaker of zombie juice,’ whatever the hell that means.” I couldn’t help smiling. I could hear the quotes in her voice, and it was so, so Colin. I stood up from the stool I’d been perched on for the past couple of hours, my back cracking and my ass absolutely freaking throbbing. “I can take a break. Should we go—”

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