Cooking With Yerin

After a few more reassurances, the kitchen staff reluctantly bowed their way out, leaving the massive, state-of-the-art kitchen entirely to the three of us.

"Alright!" Yerin cheered, yanking a decorative ruffled apron off a hook on the wall and tying it clumsily around her waist over her oversized hoodie. She struck a heroic pose, puffing out her chest. "Executive Chef Yerin is reporting for duty! Tell me what to chop, Master Seth."

[Oho? Lady Nova in a cute apron?] Paige giggled teasingly in my head. [Seth, she's definitely going to set something on fire. I'm getting the fire extinguisher ready just in case.]

'Don't jinx it, Paige, I replied mentally, holding back a smirk as I walked over to the giant walk-in refrigerator.