Ophelia pouted. "I am focusing."
Shelia glanced over and said, "You were staring into the meat like it owed you a confession."
That made Ophelia laugh in embarrassment, then she leaned a little into Valen and went back to washing.
Luca, on the other hand, had been ordered to knead part of the dough, and the sight of him trying to do it with a deeply resentful face was so funny that Isabella almost forgot her own work.
"You look like the dough offended your bloodline," she said.
Luca looked up. "It did. I was born for better things."
"Like what?"
"Standing elegantly and giving reports."
Zyran let out a lazy laugh from the side. "Your reports are boring too."
Luca gave him a look full of hatred.
Nearby, Shelia was reaching for another bowl, and because Luca was looking in her direction at that exact moment, he immediately got up and moved the heavier bowl before she could. The action was quick, almost too quick, like his body had moved first before his pride could stop it.
