"What are you pondering?" Kate was always intrigued by Ivy's musings.
Blushing, Ivy confessed, "I really wish to see you act cute."
The air grew still.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
Kate swiftly suppressed her inappropriate curiosity, steering the conversation back to the previous topic—or perhaps the one before that.
"You just mentioned wanting to team up with me."
"Team up for what? I've got a pair of aces!" Ivy resorted to feigned ignorance, even mimicking a suddenly crazed dancer, shuffling toward the door with exaggerated steps.
Teaming up with Kate in a cooking competition was akin to voluntarily forfeiting.
Recalling the last dish she tasted, she could almost still sense its lingering flavor.
Losing the competition was a minor issue, but if teammates had to consume each other's creations... At times, Ivy exhibited remarkable alertness and caution.
