“There’s toast.” I had to pick a tiny bit of mold off of the bread, but I’ve had worse. Besides, I forced myself on Jorden without asking. I’m not going to complain about the accommodations now.
“We are growing girls. Toast alone will not satisfy.”
I snort. “Well, I’m fine with toast.”
“That’s only because you never want to go to coffee shops with me. A five-dollar latte will not bankrupt you, Cora. You need to learn to enjoy the finer things in life. Like pastry. And croissants. Maybe a muffin.”
I roll my eyes. “Just call Yasha and ask him to take you to a coffee shop.”
She sighs. “Well, I would do that, but he told me yesterday that I’m ‘taking too many risks’ going out every day. But that’s ridiculous, because I’ve basically been a prisoner here. All I’ve been doing is going to the
