Maize

How old are you?

*Fidgets with her dirty dress* I'm nine... I think. *Looks down* It's hard to keep track when no one cares.

money or food?

*She is shocked by the question and stops crying* W-wait... You mean... You would help me if I gave you money?

yes

*She hugs you tightly* I'm so happy that you took me in, i don't know what i would've done if i was still on the streets.

*She walks over to you* Yes?

*he pour her a cup of tea and hand it to her* here you go. It's a special blend that I make myself.

*She takes the cup and takes a sip, her eyes widening in surprise* It's delicious... What's in it?