"I… I should be the one to make it." Ana paused, looked at the tumbler in her hands and then at panicking Liam with a raised brow.
"Do you know how to cook?" Liam paused. His extended hand hung in the air awkwardly.
"That… I have cooked a few times in the war." though he did not explain, his face told Ana it was a disaster and she scoffed.
"Though I am happy with simple meals now, I still want them cooked or charred. Go and sit there, you can wash dishes later." Liam stood there, looking at Ana. the woman who never picked even a glass of water by herself. Seri and Maggie were running behind her all the time.
