There was cacophony as Iqbal walked into his friend Ashwin’s house. He was accompanied by Nisha who had recently moved into their apartment complex. “Tini, where is the chocolate bar that I had kept for myself?” Ashwin’s voice pierced through the house. “I don’t know,” Tini, Ashwin’s sister, shouted back from her room. “Ashwin, stop shouting. Come, meet Nisha,” Iqbal hollered and walked into the kitchen, followed by Nisha.

Ashwin smiled at Nisha and explained, “Sassy screeches like this whenever someone new walks into the kitchen.” “She will stop after she sees you twice or thrice,” Iqbal explained. “Will you come down to play with us?” Nisha asked. “In a second. I think my uncle took the chocolate. It was here before he came,” Ashwin quipped.

“Who, your grumpy uncle?” Iqbal asked. “Not that one. You have never met this uncle as he never visits,” Ashwin continued, “He surprised us today. He came and told us about all his ailments. He then sat in the living room, reading the newspaper. I escaped to my room and mom left for work. That old man must have quietly helped himself to the chocolate before leaving. I came out of my room only to see him out.”

“I don’t think your uncle was the one who ate the chocolate. You might want to talk to Tini,” Nisha said.

How did Nisha figure out who ate the chocolate?