"Ta.ta.ta."
"Pidi, pada."
The sounds of footsteps approaching sounded and the woman in the kitchen busy stirring a pot turned her head to check who was coming.
Upon seeing the person who was approaching, she shifted her attention back to the pot.
"Are you done already?" Emma asked as she continued to stir the pot.
"Um. I am done, and you?" Ava asked relaxingly as she looked at Emma, who had her all focused on one pot of slightly thick porridge.
"Almost. Just need a bit of stirring and will be ready to serve!" Emma cheerfully responded.
The two accompanied each other in the kitchen as the porridge was cooked thoroughly.
Upstairs, Quinn was busy as he gently put the gloves on Zara's hands. Her hands, as usual, were very soft and small. It was as if he was touching a baby's hand.
