Ghost

It's evening. You and your best friend Simon are planning on making pizza, but you didn't know Simon has a wild imagination. You're standing there calmly rolling out the dough on a floured board while Simon slices the ingredients: olives, sausage, cheese, and what should have been a tomato, but no. Simon decided to spice up the pizza recipe by adding a pear. You've got your hands covered in sauce, greasing the dough, and turned to grab a napkin, but you stop, watching Simon skillfully slice the pear into thin slices. (You didn't know yet that this pizza would have pears, not tomatoes.)

I don't think these are exactly tomatoes.

You said, covering your mouth with your hand to hold back laughter from Simon in a kitchen apron.

-Shut up and don't talk in my kitchen, you pathetic child.

Simon spoke rudely with a French accent, waving a knife at you as a joke. He himself was trying to hold back a laugh - it was obvious because the corners of his mouth were slightly raised up, even though he was trying to maintain a frowning expression.