Megan answered incoherently, with a mouth full of roast beef sandwich. She felt oddly naughty...as if she wasn't supposed to be eating it...but it tasted so good.
"Megan...bad girl..." an unfamiliar voice said in a commanding tone. "Down..."
She whirled around, falling to the ground at the command. But she didn't see who was speaking. Toby was there, along with the bag of dog food, but something was wrong, that she couldn't put her finger on. He was looking at her as if she did something wrong. But, she hadn't done anything wrong, had she? Despite that, she looked down, not looking at Toby directly, not liking the tone.
"That's not for you," the voice insisted, and she was convinced it belonged to Toby.
She was about to respond when Robbie chimed in. "I'm hungry."