“Brie, I’m fourteen, than means I’m six years older than you. A fourteen year-old knows more than an eight year-old, just like an eight year-old knows more than a two year-old.” Jinny started serving the mac and cheese, also setting the small plate of turnips at Brie’s place. “But even eight is too young to take care of a two year-old; you gotta be older than that.”
“I could take care of a two year-old!” Brie got up, smelling the aroma of mac and cheese.
“But what would you eat? You don’t even know how to make mac and cheese!” Jinny chuckled. “Speaking of which, come and eat; the food is ready.”
Brie made her way into the kitchen, but frowned when she saw the turnips.
“I’ll make sandwiches.” She started toward her chair.