"Then, may I ask, what brings you here?" she questioned, smiling, and I answered, "It's a holiday, girl." Unfortunately, I don't have the time for a decent conversation right now. Hmmm, this room looks big and beautiful, almost like a princess's room. It's no wonder she suspected me as a spy; they live in such a wealthy place.
"I hope you understand my concern. What are your intentions? The first time we met, there was a situation that endangered my dad. Thankfully, with the help of the doctor and my quick-thinking mom, he survived. So, what brings you here this time? Please assure me you don't intend harm," Sandra said, expressing her worry.
"I assure you, Sandra, I bear no ill intentions. I find myself quite hungry and famished; may I kindly request something appetising?" I inquired with a slightly commanding tone.
"I want to reassure you that there's no intention to harm your dad. It was merely a figure of speech; a snap of my fingers cannot actually cause harm," I explained while gently snapping my fingers. Sandra, taken aback, step backward in fright, looking at me with concern.
"What?" I asked with my brows raised.
"It's nothing," she replied, slowly holding her hands together. I made my way to the kitchen with Sandra leading. As I entered, I couldn't help but notice the elegant decor that matched a king's abode.