Natasha shrugged and sat at the dining table. She pulled the deviled eggs to her and said with a smile, "Thank you for breakfast, darling. You're so considerate!"

"That's where you're wrong. These eggs are mine." Dahlia pulled the eggs back. "It's been three years, but I've yet to fall out of love with Dustin's cooking. Besides, he knows I love deviled eggs."

"Ms. Nicholson, stop thinking so highly of yourself. What's in the past is just that—the past. These eggs belong to me now." Natasha didn't back down. She dragged the eggs to herself again.

"Ms. Harmon, robbing someone of something they love isn't the best habit to have. These eggs have been cooked to my taste; they only suit me!"

"What makes you think I don't like deviled eggs? I love anything Dustin cooks!"

"Hmph! Just because you like them doesn't mean they suit you!"

"It's up to me to decide whether they're suitable!"

The conversation between the two women became increasingly heated as they dragged the plate of d