Family of 13 cards

Little Felix looked at Fyodor pleadingly with his huge eyes. "— Wasabi 🥺" — he drawled softly and childishly, pointing his finger at the little green dollop on the plate. Fyodor frowned and asked back with disbelief: — "Felix, are you sure you want to try this? It's very, very spicy." Little Felix nodded his head confidently and rapidly. Fyodor sighed, took a tiny drop of wasabi on the tip of his chopstick, and held it out to Felix. The little one licked it off immediately.

For the first second, Felix just chewed, trying to understand the taste. But in the next instant, his eyes widened to the size of saucers. His face instantly turned crimson, and a quiet squeak escaped his mouth.

Fyodor panicked and grabbed a glass of water, but Kuromaku intercepted his hand just in time: — "That is 78 percent irrational! Water will only spread the spiciness! We need sugar or milk!" Dante, with his characteristic calmness, handed Felix an open carton of milk and philosophically noted: "He who seeks to know the fire must be prepared for the blaze."

Felix began to wave his hands actively in front of his mouth, trying to "blow out" the fire, and hopped around in place funnily. The other clones came running into the kitchen at the noise. Zontik, seeing the crying Felix, almost started crying himself from fright. Romeo shouted: — "Fyodor, why did you poison our sunshine?!" Romeo asked, while Varu began to laugh loudly, pointing his finger at the little one's red face.

Felix took several big gulps of milk, exhaled heavily, and flopped onto a chair. Tears were still rolling down his cheeks, but he had already recovered. Looking at the green paste, he threatened it with a tiny fist and said resentfully: "— Bad wasabi! No more fwiends!" The whole family laughed in relief.