Meanwhile, inside the kitchen, Yana was helping Jack prepare a breakfast feast fit for a king. She was in charge of the tea trolley, arranging its aesthetics while Jack triple checked all the food that came out from the hot line.
"Jack, where do you think I should put this?" she asked, holding up a potted plant to decorate the bland tea trolley. "Should it be on top? Or bottom?"
"I prefer the bottom."
Yana chortled. She hugged the potted plant to her chest when it almost slipped from her hands. "I knew it. You like bottoms."
Dodging the peanuts that flew her way, she ducked below the kitchen island, potted plant still in hand. Even with Jack's assault of raining peanuts, her laughter boomed in the kitchen. "Stop it! Why are you so guilty?!"
"Who's guilty?! You! You!" He aimed more peanuts at her.
"But I just said you like bottoms."
"I wasn't born yesterday, Yana. I know what you��re insinuating."
