"it does, especially when he decides to sprinkle chili powder over practically anything he eats." Amal said, then made a face. "It’s kind of creepy, really." Nodding at the question, she smiled. "Good! You?"
Constance wrinkled her nose, hearing that her father sprinkles chili powder on most of his foods. That sounded nasty in Constance’s ears. She gave a light smile. “My day was alright. Nothing special, really.”