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“Crorie? Come help with this?”

Oh dear, Arsene could NOT let that happen. He had to do something. Um….Umm….help? Someone? Ugh, Sherlock was better at cooking than him.

Not giving any hint to the crisis, Arsene interrupted with nice smile to start this anarchy. “Actually, I think it would be better if I cooked.”

Leana sent him a suspicious look, but then shrugged. “Where’s Saeb Lyn?”

“Saeb Lyn?” Arsene asked with a little confusion.

“She means Big Softie. He’s out there.”

Great. This was going to end horribly, and this was one of the times Arsene didn’t want the front row seat to the chaos.

 

“Crorie? Come help with this?”

Crorie didn’t know how to cook. At least, not much. None of her family members taught her and Saga’s Mother never really got the chance to show her either.

“Actually, I think it would be better if I cooked.” Arsene said, catching on to her dilemma.

She was safe for now, but patience would run thin eventually.

“Where’s Saeb Lyn?”

Who now?

“Saeb Lyn?” Arsene took the words out of her mouth.

“She means Big Softie. He’s out there.”

Just stay here unless told otherwise.