Hera chuckled softly at Liz's antics and shook her head with a smile.
"Young Miss, aren't you staying for dinner?" Hannah asked as she stepped out of the kitchen, still holding a spatula in one hand and wearing an apron dusted with flour.
Amy also glanced at Hera curiously, waiting for her reply.
"Hmm, I promised to bring Rafael some food," Hera replied, a hint of helplessness in her tone.
Yet, there was an unmistakable smile in her eyes—one that carried a faint, unintentional trace of fondness she didn't even notice herself.
Amy and Hannah both nodded in unison. "Then take this extra lunchbox with you—it's yours," Hannah said with a grin, while Amy handed Hera another neatly packed thermal bag.
Hera blinked in surprise before a chuckle escaped her lips. "You two know me too well," she teased, taking the bag from Amy with a warm smile.
From her spot at the dining table, Liz watched the exchange with amusement as she continued eating.
