Chapter 1987

Realizing this, Abigail grabbed some mustard and loaded it into every roll. Once she was done, she cheerfully called Kingsley. He eagerly began eating when he saw the beautifully arranged food. "Not bad. At least you're learning." He popped one of the rolls in his mouth and suddenly froze. Abigail struggled to keep herself from bursting out in laughter. Abruptly, Kingsley collapsed, his body jerking uncontrollably as his eyes rolled back. "You can't be serious?" Taken aback, Abigail kicked him lightly with her foot. "Stop playing around. Get up!" Kingsley's spasms only worsened. Dumbfounded, she crouched down to hold him up. "Hey, what's wrong, loser?" His eyes were closed as he twitched violently, almost slipping out of her arms. "Can you hear me?" Abigail was finally beginning to panic. "Talk to me, Kingsley! What's wrong with you? What do I do now?" It wasn't entirely impossible for Kingsley to suffer from epilepsy. "I-I'm allergic t-to mustard…" he stammered. "Wha