"Calix, show your wife and daughter around. I gonna serve lunch quick. Don't you dare follow me ah."
Before Calix could say anything, Ryken disappeared from the living room, his feet swiftly brought him to the kitchen where the fragrant aroma of delicious spices wafted.
Sighing in helplessness, Calix returned his gaze to Leslie whose eyes were staring at him. Calliope was admiring the cabinet where various artifacts of smaller sizes lined up.
"He said he'd cook some Thai food for us," Calix put his arm across Leslie's back, his tone imbuing anticipation, "Among us four, Ryken's the only one I can talk about cooking."
"That's amazing, honey. He surely learns even the tips hard to be found from the Internet," Leslie smiled, thinking her assumption was not far from the truth, "He usually mingles with the locals, right?"
"Yup! He does. Ryken is a polyglot. He keeps learning new languages during his travel."
