*Beth's POV*
Over the next couple of days, I got better at being the boys' personal assistant. Since I was stuck here, I might as well make the best of it and do a good job.
I studied the assistant's manual and no longer made mistakes frequently. I remembered their hobbies, trying my best to help them in any way I could. One of the things I tried my best at was describing the taste of food to Daniel when we were eating. Also, I would make homemade candies for him. Initially, it hurt my feelings when Daniel first tasted the candy I made for him because he told me they were disgusting.
“What kind of candy do you want?" I asked him.
He replied with something vague. That didn't deter me, though. I experimented several times, trying to make the kind of candy he had eaten in his childhood
