"You really overestimate my capabilities, Mafia King Asher," Lake said lightly, "I don't think I could convince Davian to do anything."
But even as he said that, it was clear that he didn't believe his own words.
"Right," Asher said flatly clearly not believing him either.
"Asher," Caspian barged into their conversation, "Can I sign up for a cooking class?" He asked with doe eyes.
"You say that like I can stop you," Asher muttered, pushing a hand through his hair.
Caspian beamed and darted back to Davian's side, "You said that you're going to a class this evening? Can I come along?"
Lake didn't even mind that his friend had ditched him to talk about cooking with Davian, it was something they both loved to do, and it was comforting to watch them.
"I didn't make you breakfast," Davian said flatly as he served up the meal, pointing at Asher with a serving spoon.
