While she was cooking, Luck carefully observed the room. He could tell that she put a lot of time into designing her room, from the choice of furniture down to the colour of the room.
Luck didn't even know they were allowed to repaint their rooms, his room in contrast to her's was very basic.
Everything he had in his room was already there when he got in, even the little amount of plates and pots he never used were already there when he got in.
'Maybe I should consider decorating my room a bit?' He though,t impressed by her design.
Spark, Emilie's cat played around with the things she had on her table. As Luck watched it the more suspicious he grew.
Not too long ago he could have sworn the cat spoke but right now it was behaving like any other regular cat.
He walked over to the table keeping his eyes on a little book beside the cat to make it look as if he was going for it then swiftly grabbed it.
Spark hissed and wiggled around trying to free itself but Luck's grip on it was firm enough to prevent it from escaping but not in a way that it would cause it any discomfort.
He placed the cat on the table in front of him and the cat sat down staring at the person who had just abducted it.
"You can talk can't you?"
–No response–
"Don't try to hide it, I already know."
–No response–
"I'll keep your secret, you can trust me."
"Meow?" The cat cocked its head to the side.
Any other person would have assumed they were just hearing things but Luck was sure about what he heard.
'And the cat has a mischievous glint in its eyes, it's way too accurate to be a regular cat!'
Luck sat back thinking about the best way to make the cat speak, he didn't want to ask Emilie since he didn't know if she wanted to keep it a secret.
If he asked and she said she would rather not speak about it he would feel guilty about interrogating the feline and he wanted to know if it could speak so badly.
You see Luck had a bad character that he tried not to let anyone know.
'I love secrets!'
The thought of Sacred information that is only known by a limited amount of people, what could be more exciting than that?
What was even better than knowing secrets? Finding it out yourself!
That was why Luck wasn't really fond of people telling him secrets themselves. They would often start with 'Don't tell this to anyone!' Which made one of the important aspects of secrets useless.
What was the point of knowing a secret if you couldn't blackmail!
'This secret is too big for me to avoid, I must know!'
The cat took a step back, its ears folded at the top of its head as if it could read the negativity flowing out of Luck, but it was too late Luck had already come up with a plan.
He looked towards the kitchen to ensure that Emilie was not looking, luckily for him she was deeply invested in whatever she had in the food processor.
She was adamantly trying to get a brown substance out of it and seemed for be failing badly.
'Eh? Does she really know what she's doing?' He wondered before refocusing on the task at hand. 'How about that cat!'
The cat hissed when Luck reached for it but it did nothing to deter him, he grabbed the cat and began to tickle its belly and shortly after.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOP IT! HAHAHAHA! PLEASE! HAHAHAAHA." The cat laughed rolling around the table.
"Emilie noticed what happened and laughed as well when she saw her cat rolling in the table."
Even after Luck stopped ticking it, it still laughed for a couple of seconds later before clearing its throat (in a very human way) and sitting up straight, then it began to lick its paws in a dignified manner as if trying look cool again after its outburst.
"Now you've been caught red handed what do you have to say for yourself?" Luck teased.
The cat narrowed its eyes as it looked at Luck for a moment.
"Hmph," Spark sulked turning away from Luck and lying on the table.
"Come on don't be like that." The cat simply waved its tail in response, the little guy was mad.
"Don't mind him, he always acts like that whenever he's angry." Emilie said from the kitchen. She seeemed to have finally fished out whatever was in the food processor and was now heating oil.
"How come he can talk?"
"You're no longer calling him 'it'?" She asked smiling at the new development.
Initially Luck reffered to the cat that way because it was the regular English word to use, and also maybe, just maybe because he considered Spark to be a wild animal but who's asking?
"I kind of like him now that's why."
Spark hissed in response.
"Now about your cats unnatural ability…"
"That is a story for another day and also as you can tell Spark doesn't like his secret coming out so I would appreciate it if you could keep this between us." She said, although she already knew that Luck wasn't the talkative type.
The cat got up from the chair and went over to the bookshelf next to Emilie's bed, pulled out a book and began to shuffle through the pages.
'I guess it's no longer going to pretend now that I already know his secret.'
When Luck got closer to where the cat was he noticed that it was infact reading a manga.
"I guess that's where the Japanese he spoke earlier came from."
•••
Emilie did not disappoint.
Luck was not sure if it was because he was hungry, because of his stereotype for home cooked food or if she was actually just a great chef.
But for such a simple dish to taste so good…
She made what was probably the best spaghetti and meatballs Luck had ever tasted, everything about the dish was good, from the consistency of the spaghetti to the spicing of the stew! Everything was perfect.
Emilie added an extra meat ball for Luck as a for no appreciation for helping her out and Luck decided to use it to bribe the cat in order to get back on his good graces.
When he offered Spark the meatball his eyes glistened, drool almost falling from its mouth as it watched the meatball even though it already had one meatball on his plate.
"Is it okay if I gave him?"
"Sure, he loves them after all."
Luck handed the cat the meatball and it took it in its jaws and hurried back to its plate to place it.
"Maybe you're not so bad, Bad Luck-Kun."
"Heh?"