"Why is it limp?"

Kris stopped on the hallway just outside his son's room, brows creasing.

"I dunno," Nini's voice answered,  "It gets like that after its gone cold."

"Ooh.." Hunnie muttered, "I don't like it when its limp. It looks soggy!"

"Eh?" said the other, the pout evident on his voice, "But I got it out for you! Come on, before it gets even limper."

'Soggy?!' Kris' mouth gaped open, 'L-limper?!'

"But! Nini~" his son started to protest, "Its soaking too!"

'Soaking what?!' Kris screamed in his mind.

"No," the other was frowning now, "It isn't! You just don't want too eat it Hunnie!"

"Nini! See! Its dripping that sticky white goo on my bed!" exclaimed Sehunnie, voice horrified.

"That's why I put tissues there, Hunnie," said Nini, "And it won't drip on your bed if you just eat it whole."

'Eat what whole?!' Kris was starting to panic in his mind.

"B-but.." Sehunnie trailed off.

"Hunnie~" Nini protested, "My hands are tired now, I can't lift it up for you for the whole day."

Kris' eyes widened, 'Can't...? How heavy-?! What?!'

Kris heard his son sigh, "Fine, I'll eat it. Feed it to me, Nini."

He was about to open the door to the room when his spouse appeared behind him, "Kris, baby, come help me with dinner."