"You're spacing out again." Ingrid commented when she noticed Cayenne was staring on the kitchen table where the vegetables lay. "Are you really sure you're okay?"
"Ah? Yes, I'm fine. I'm trying to think if I had forgotten something." She said, a perfect excuse from being absent-minded.
"I see." Ingrid didn't comment on her response, not being to privy to the woman who wasn't even blood related to her. "Since this is your kitchen, you can be the master chef and I will be your assistant."
"How can that be?" Cayenne questioned accompanied with her faint chuckles. "Let's just create our specialty dish. You can use whatever ingredients you need from our pantry and refrigerator."
"Alright."
The two of them continued to do what they were doing and Stefan would check on Cayenne from time to time, making sure that she's still in the kitchen, not outside looking for her brother.
