April was not feeling well by the time she got home. Liver was never going to be her meal of choice and eating that had already upset her stomach. Napoleon translating the name of the dessert? That had pushed her over the edge. Oh sure, intellectually she knew that the name of a dish had nothing to do with how it tasted, but try telling that to her stomach.
Taking a dose of Pepto-Bismol to soothe her stomach and a hot bubble bath to soothe the rest of her, April sighed and wondered what she should choose for tomorrow.