You were both surprised and relieved to see Tara sitting the in the kitchen, lapping a bowl of milk; you were surprised because Tara looked like the type of girl that would be hard to wake up in the middle of the night, and you were relieved because you were worried that somebody dangerous had broken into the house. Tara looks up at you and Sasha and raises an eyebrow.
"Can I help you two?" she says sarcastically.
"You can help us by getting back to bed." Sasha says back. "What are you even doing here in the middle of the night? You know how I feel about you getting midnight snacks."
"So I guess this has happened before." you think to yourself.
"What's the big deal?" Tara asks.
"The big deal is that you scared me half to death!" Sasha argues. "Besides, just because Bess has had extra milk lately doesn't mean that you can just sneak an extra bowl of milk."
Tara grunts in frustration. "I really hate cliche sayings, Sasha, but there's no use crying over spilled milk. It's not that big of a deal." As she said that, she finished off the rest of her milk and put the bowl in the sink. She then turns around and walks past you and Sasha.
"I'm not one to agree with Vicky," says Tara, "but you really do act like everyone's mother. You need to loosen up a little."
Sasha was going to say something, but decided not to, because at this point, it would just be wasted breath. There was still some leftover tension in the air, so you decide to get rid of it. "Well, since there was nothing to worry about, we should get to bed." you say as you turn off the lights in the kitchen and head upstairs.
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