Prince finished boiling a soup he made. As soon as Aria said those words, Prince turned to the display of wooden spoons and sighed. Aria wouldn't know, as long as no one would come up and spill the beans. Prince only gave comfort, and it's enough to drive her close to his hook.
Once she jumped to the sharp tip, no one can get away without a wound. Prince made sure to leave a scar once Aria had gotten close to him. Prince picked up a ladle, and a bowl, scooped up a small serving, and turned around, pushing it in front of her.
Aria turned to the soup, and smiled a little.
"I'm doing you a favor. Do the same to me by cooking something good."
Prince heard from Bryce how good a cook Aria was. She shifted her eyes to him, and grinned.
