Adela's Point of View
He settled into a graceful stool chair, and inspiration struck me regarding something splendid to undertake now. Since I possess the necessary ingredients, I could delight in the art of baking.
"I shall weave the essence of baking," I proclaimed, a smile gracing my lips, and her brows arched in curiosity.
"I can lend my hands in this endeavor, if you so desire."
"Indeed, but would you fancy acquiring the artistry of baking?" I inquired, while swinging open the fridge door to procure a few essential ingredients.
"As long as you serve as my mentor, why not?" he responded, prompting me to turn my head and gaze at her, subtly raising an eyebrow.
"I ponder if, prior to your acquaintance with me, all these plans were already a part of your repertoire, swiftly embracing the opportunity," I mused while arranging the ingredients I had gathered on the baking table.
