Your stomach grumbled for food, you were starving. You stood up and held your belly on your way to the refrigerator. You wrap your fingers around the handle—gently pulling it and opening the fridge to reveal that there was absolutely nothing to eat.

You slammed the refrigerator's door and took a peek towards the counters and wide-open cabinets and realize who had inhaled all the food, you hear someone set their utensils down at the dining table, you turn around and see Fami.

"Mm." Fami plainly groans in slight satisfaction, she blinks and wipes her mouth-area with a tissue, she then crumbles the tissue up and elegantly tosses it into the nearest trash can.