RIDDLE OF THE CHAPTER: What is a witch's favorite school subject?
I practically scream in excitement. I turn around and give Hanzala a big fat kiss on the cheek then turn back to fangirl over what is possibly the most storybook setting in all of history.
There's the mad hatter's tea table! It's topped with all kinds of deliciousness. There's a beautiful picnic area just behind it straight out of Heidi. If you look a little further, there's a little beach with a rowboat that looks like it belongs in an Enid Blyton novel and there's breathtaking flowers straight out of Twilight's(the book) meadow lining the whole thing.
It feels like I'm dreaming. I rub my eyes to make sure and step backwards in tentative excitement. I bump into Hanzala who puts his arms on my shoulders.
"You like?" he asks tickling my ear
"I fricken love!"
"Well then, what are we waiting for?" he asks and leads me to the tea table.
When we reach the table, I notice a little way down by the picnic place is a darling little checked tablecloth that's simply waiting for someone to be seated on it. It's got cushions and a blanket on it and looks absolutely cozy.
I turn to the table and gulp as I look at the endless options. There's more sweet things here than Willy Wonka's factory and more foods than what fell from the sky in Cloudy with a chance of meatballs(again, the book). I'm stumped. I turn to Hanzala who smiles at me and seems not in the least concerned over how much food there is on 1 table.
"Here," he says handing me a plate. or at least I think it's a plate. As soon as it touches my palm, it opens up so it's 3 plates instead of 1 and to top it off, a a glass and a cup prop up on either side of the plate respectively. No matter how much I move the plate, it all stays still. "Take whatever you want," Hanzala says, "Take however much you want. If you don't take what you want, you won't get full."
"Um, ok," I say looking back at the table. there's some delicious looking crumbed chicken nuggets, I break piece to taste if that's what it actually is. Holy Crap! It's so flippen good! I put 2 pieces on my plate and a few thinly sliced chips. There's some mini hotdogs, I take one. Holy flip. There's waayyy too many things here. There's tacos and schwarmas and sandwiches and pizza and pasta and dumplings and kebabs and butter chicken and oh gosh my eyes are getting sore just looking at the variety! And that's just the food.
Then there's like 100 types of breads. I just take a hotdog and a piece of pizza. Those kebabs look awesome, but I'll feel so greedy taking them. As soon as I've got my food on my plate, a divider pops up so the food filled plate doesn't mix with whatever else I put on. I'm impressed. I move to the sweet part of the table, Hanzala is near the drinks. I can't help but feel like he's purposefully covering his plate from me and it's making me feel super insecure. What if he has less on his plate than me? Ugh, who cares! He's my husband, he must learn to love me even with all my terrible eating habits. Its not like there's anything he can do about it. As far as I know, we're basically stuck together.
I pour myself some funky coloured drink and turn to Hanzala to tell him I'm done. My eyes widen in shock. His plate is filled so high the food looks like its going to topple over!
He looks at my plate and laughs.
"Trust me when I say you're going to want more than that," he says with a skeptical look
"Oh? And you would know how much I eat how?" I look back defiantly.
"Its got nothing to do with how much you actually eat. Its to do with how much you WANT to eat."
"Umm, OK Dr.Phil. Can we sit down now?"
"Sure," he says with another laugh, "but I guarantee it won't be enough"
With that, he takes my hand and leads me to the picnic mat.
ANSWER: spelling!
