Gemotions

A giggle bubbled up from Amelia’s chest as she stared at the menu. “Sunshine Crackers,” it read, boldly printed in a cheerful font. She recognized the precise blend of herbs and spices, the subtle nutty undertone. That was *her* recipe. She’d always called them “Aunt Millie’s Munchies,” a silly name she’d come up with while humming in the kitchen.

She tapped her fingernails against the table, a rapid staccato rhythm. Her eyes danced from the cracker description back to the waitress. "Excuse me," Amelia chirped, her voice light and airy. "Could I speak to the chef?"

A few moments later, a young man with flour dusting his apron sheepishly appeared. Amelia couldn't help the smirk that tugged at her lips. “These crackers," she said, gesturing to the menu. “Are they...homemade?”