Leora clapped her hands, a mischievous gleam in her purple eyes. "Dinner tonight! And I'll be making it myself. It's a special occasion, after all."
Ciara groaned, pretending to look unimpressed, but I could see the glint of anticipation in her gaze. She nudged me playfully. "Prepare yourself for a night of Leora's endless culinary commentary."
Leora caught that and shot her a glare. "You're lucky I don't make you chop the onions, young lady."
Zephara just chuckled and gave Ciara a mock-serious look. "Mini-me, don't poke the chef bear. You'll want her happy if you plan on eating tonight."
As the afternoon passed, Leora began bustling around the kitchen, preparing ingredients with the fervor of a woman who knew exactly how to turn a simple dinner into a work of art. She set out all kinds of spices, vegetables, and fresh herbs in precise arrangements, as if orchestrating a symphony.
