another important page form chapter two that took me forever to write

I read and read for hours. There were so many different kinds of magical animals! I stood and rubbed my head, slightly groggy. I looked out a window. The sun was high in the sky. My stomach rumbled. I decided to go downstairs and find something to eat.
“Myrie, what is there to eat?” I asked. Myrie was in the drawing room.
“I thought we could go out, if you don’t mind,” she replied.
“No, not at all. Where are we going?”
“I don’t know, what sounds good?”
“Oh, anything,” I said, thinking that some of my mom’s chicken pot pie would be perfect. But I didn’t say so.