Mysteries of Riverwood

Chapter 32 :- Toast to Frienship

Okay calm down, taking a deep breath, I glanced at my watch, noticing that it was already 7 o'clock. Fatigue weighed heavily on me, and I still wasn't feeling well. "Well," I said, trying to change the subject, "let's make dinner."

Sho abruptly blocked my path to the kitchen, a determined look on his face. "No one enters my kitchen," he declared firmly. "I am the chef here. I will make dinner, and you guys can just sit back and relax."

I shrugged, realizing that arguing with him would be futile. "If you say so. Thanks, Sho. So, what are you planning to make for dinner?"

A mischievous smirk played on Sho's lips as he replied, "It's a secret."

It's going to be something with toast for sure, then I surveyed the kitchen, my eyes scanning the room filled with small fragments of toast scattered about. However, to my astonishment and slight disappointment, the toaster itself was impeccably clean, glistening under the light. Feeling a mix of surprise and disappointment. With an awkward smile, I asked, "Guys, do you ever clean the kitchen?"

K paused for a moment, seemingly contemplating my question. Finally, he responded, "Well, we did clean the kitchen a week ago. I'm sorry you missed it. You should've come sooner to see it." I gave awakard look to his response.

Sho, with a determined look on his face, picked up a soft piece of cloth and confidently declared, "I will clean it, don't worry."

I glanced over at K, "Well, do you never cook then?"

K smirked mischievously and replied, "I don't cook on days which end up with 'Y'."

His response left me raising an eyebrow in confusion, unsure if he was joking or being serious.

As Sho diligently began cleaning, he couldn't resist teasing K about his cooking skills. "The thing is, K is a fabulous cook. The last time he cooked, the smoke alarm was giving him all it got by cheering him on," Sho chuckled.

K defended himself, "Hey, that happened by accident!"

Sho playfully retorted after cleaning it, "Yeah, definitely. Well, guys, let me show you how a real chef does things. Cooking is an act of love that brings everyone closer and since we will be together from this moment, let's get along with each other."

K couldn't resist smirking and replied, "Shut up and stop pretending to be a chef when all you can do is make toasts."

Unfazed, Sho returned the smirk, "Well, at least I can make a toast that doesn't burn! Cheers to that!"

Continuing his banter, Sho added, "You always manage to burn toasts and set off the smoke alarm."

K, not one to back down, retorted, "Well, next time I'll just turn off the smoke alarm from the beginning. How's that?"

The playful argument between Sho and K continued, trying to outdo each other. Their lighthearted banter filled the room with laughter and camaraderie, showcasing their deep friendship.

To be honest, I felt like an odd one out. I let out a sigh, resigning myself to the unknown. Pulling out a chair from the dining table, I took a seat, feeling a mix of exhaustion and anticipation. As I waited for dinner to be served.

Sho embarked on the artful journey of crafting toast sandwiches, infusing each step with a touch of aesthetic finesse. With a sense of purpose, he gathered the necessary ingredients, carefully selecting the finest slices of bread, their golden hues promising a delightful crunch.

Next, Sho delicately spread a velvety layer of creamy butter onto each slice, its smooth texture gliding effortlessly across the surface, creating a canvas for the flavors to dance upon. The butter, like a gentle whisper, whispered promises of richness and indulgence.