"Today we will find out what Aelita normally gets to eat on a Thursday," William moved his tray with one hand while he held his phone in the other, filming Aelita who was right in front of her. "Will it be the ravioli or the cauliflower bake?"
Aelita turned to face him, her head tilted and trying not laugh. When it was her turn she pointed towards the pot with cauliflower bake, eyeing William next to her.
"Cauliflower bake it is. I'm more of a ravioli kind of guy," he commented, pointing towards the ravioli pot. "And there you have it," he turned the camera to face himself. "Guys, if you're trying to impress, at least now you know what to get Aelita for lunch on Thursdays."
"Hey!" Aelita called back, her voice in the background of the video.
William laughed and switched the camera off, walking with her to the table where the others were at. As soon as they sat down, he flipped out his phone yet again and placed it against his drink to help it stand. After making sure both he and Aelita were in the shot, he fished out a piece of paper from his pocket and cleared his throat.
"So, viewers have sent in questions – amazing, right? Aren't you glad that so many people want to know more about you?"
"I'm sure these questions were all written by you," she replied plainly, biting into a cauliflower head.
"Alright, but we actually do have one by an anonymous fan. You ready?"
"What possibly could be worse than your classic question: what's your favourite colour?"
"Hey, that's a classic, just like you said!"
The group began to listen in, intrigued. William cleared his throat and began to read out the question.
"Aelita, would you like to have a fantastic and breathtaking experience in the moonlight with me tonight?"
He stared at the paper, then at Aelita. He heard Odd wheezing in the background, desperately trying not to cry out. In fact, the whole group were snickering, and he almost couldn't help doing so himself.
"Oh," Aelita stated, trying to keep her straight face but the ends of her mouth almost breaking free from the hold.
"Oh," William repeated.
After a short moment of painful forced silence, the group burst out laughing, earning weird looks from other tables.
"Oh, Nicolas," Aelita choked out between laughter. "Stay a sweet, sweet, anonymous fan."