Evelina cooked. What was it, exactly? Even she didn't know. It was hard to make food when she had to burn it on purpose; almost none of her family's chefs had ever taught her how to make anything like that.
Still, she was adaptable. She could always come up with something on the spot.
And she did: bacon. Burnt bacon, done in her own style.
And to be honest… she was right. After finally getting a taste of good food, going back to something burnt really didn't sit right with me.
Once again, she was right.
As always.
"See? I told you you wouldn't like it."
Evelina laughed and draped her arms over my shoulders as she leaned over me, studying my completely unsatisfied expression.
I might not have liked it, but it was still something she'd cooked, which meant I was going to finish every last bite.
"Doesn't matter. You cooked it."
As I ate, Evelina let out a soft yawn and stretched, and I felt her chest press gently against my back.
