"Take a seat, guys." Naomi went forward and pulled the stool out. Before sitting, "Come on," and sat down on the stool.
"Sigh. Fine. take a seat. I will make food for you,"
"I knew it." Naomi grinned at Aman.
Aman pulled out an apron from a drawer, put it on. He pulled out two menu cards from the drawer.
"Menus or would you like me to cook my special?" he held the three cards in his hand.
"What will be the cuisine of your special?" Ryan asked.
"Varma."
"....what cuisine is that?" Ryan frowned, "Never heard of,"
"Oh, you should have heard about it. It is my cuisine. I have created it."
"...no, sir, really, what is the cuisine?" Gwen asked too.
"Mix, lady. I do not look at cuisines when I cook."
Gwen nodded, Aman was not someone she could trust at the moment. So she decided to go for the menu. Aman handed Gwen the menu.
"Anybody else?" And asked.
