I resigned myself to my fate with a shrug before walking up to an empty cooking station and standing there.
Before long, a teenage beauty with her raven black hair tied back into a ponytail and bright green eyes reminiscent of a calm forest on a sunny day walked up to me and stood right beside me.
She spoke with a frown on her face, "How are we paired together? Your name starts with L and mine does with A. Even our roll numbers are far apart."
"Beats me," I shrugged. "But do not fret m'lady. We shall vanquish all our enemies and win this thing."
Amelia looked at me blankly for a moment before saying, "Did you hit your head any time recently?"
"No, why?"
"Just because."
"...."
While setting up utensils, she spoke again, "It's fine, though. Just follow my lead, and as you said, we will ace this."
"Wait," I scoffed. "Why would I, the best culinary artist to have walked on this planet, ever follow you?"
