"Come," he said. "You wanted to cook."
Isabella nodded at once, because the moment he said that, she remembered the kitchen again.
So the two of them walked back together.
By the time Isabella returned, the kitchen area was still full.
In fact, it was too full.
The moment she saw the scene in front of her, she stopped walking and stared.
Glimora was there sprawled like a shameless little queen near the side, clearly having no intention of leaving as long as food existed in the world.
Osiris was also there looking far too energetic for someone who should have been sent away from trouble at least three times already.
Zyran was sitting there with the air of a spoiled noble who had come to supervise suffering rather than help.
Cyrus was nearby as well, looking soft and calm as always. Ophelia and Shelia were sitting together, and even Luca was there.
