Alvin walked into the kitchen and looked at the cutting board, grimacing. Theodore was in the middle of making an Easter feast.
"Ew, Theo, what are you cutting up?"
"Some garlic," Theodore replied. "I'm going to use it to flavor up the lamb I'm putting in the oven today."
"Theodore! I can't eat that!" Alvin exclaimed.
"Alvin, we've had lamb for many Easters. Why are you so worried about eating some now?"
"Miss Miller and the girls are coming here for dinner! If I eat that garlic-infested junk, my breath will smell worse than a dragon's! Would you want Brittany...I mean everyone to think I have breath that reeks?"
"Of course not," Theo replied. "But, what are you going to eat? Lamb is a big part of the meal, you know."
"Hmm, well I'm definitely not going to have any of that garbage you call 'vegetables.' Dave wouldn't like it if I devoured the candy in my basket all through dinner. Maybe I could peel some of those Easter eggs we colored and eat those! Simon said that eggs have a lot of protein in them! What a genius idea!"
Theodore went back to chopping up the garlic. I guess everyone else will enjoy my lamb, he thought.