Rice Pudding

There was trouble over at the house. Carrie had made rice pudding for dessert the night before, and no one had eaten it.
“Ok, since no one ate it last night,” said Carrie, “you’re going to eat it for breakfast, just like the Englishmen.”
Francis and Linnea were procrastinating. Both looked grumpily at their tea cups full of sweet fluffy white.
“It tastes like sweet bread in rice form,” Collette told them. “It’s not that bad.”
“I don’t like sweet stuff,” said Francis.
“Yeah, right.”
Meanwhile, Linnea was explaining her sleep-over experience with Eleda at Cherry’s.
“We went to Big Lots and bought some make-up, so we could do make-overs, to look like Egyptians. But some of the Egyptian stuff didn’t come off, and I had to go to choir like that.”
And Francis was ready to quit algebra for the day.
“Ok, union coffee break!” he declared.
Joe had returned from class. Though completely open to trying Carrie’s rice pudding, Carrie was no longer friendly toward anyone in her kitchen. She set down a cup of rice pudding on the counter in front of him.
“If you want it warmed up, put in it the microwave,” she commanded.
“Service with a smile,” Rose said with a chuckle, as Joe dug in.