"Ellinor, watch your food; don't choke. Let me pass you the milk!"
As she was handing over the milk to Ellinor, Patricia pretended to lose her balance. She wobbled, and the milk splashed out, spilling into Ellinor's freshly opened lunchbox.
The noodles in the box were instantly ruined by the milk.
Patricia gasped, acting surprised. "Oh dear! Ellinor, I'm so sorry; I've messed up your food. It was an accident."
Ellinor just stared at her milk-soaked noodles, not saying a word.
Veronica, seeing what happened, couldn't help but feel a smug satisfaction. But she put on a concerned face, "Patricia, forget about her. Are you okay?"
Patricia shook her head with a worried expression, "I'm fine; I just feel bad about ruining her lunch."
Veronica casually responded, "No biggie, it's just a bit of milk. She doesn't even mind eating greasy junk food, so what's a bit of milk? Her lunch probably isn't as clean as our milk anyway!"
"Veronica, don't say that! It's my fault!" Patricia, inwardly pleased, feigned guilt. She said to Ellinor, "Ellinor, you're not mad at me, are you? I'm really sorry. How about I pay you double for the lunch?"
"No need." Ellinor suddenly said.
Then, she stood up with her ruined lunchbox and, without warning, dumped it right on Patricia's head.
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