"Ugh, Ute," Beatrice complained upon realizing what she had to do today. Initially, she just wanted to sit in one of the dining chairs, enjoying her late breakfast. Or a glass of milk that she usually prepared herself. Ute had taken over the kitchen and was exceptionally skilled at creating delicious and mouthwatering dishes. "Do I have to do all of this?"
Ute laughed. "Instead of listening to you constantly ranting about Bella, it's better to use your energy for work, Lav. It's more productive."
Beatrice pouted in displeasure. "But it's not fair. There are so many fish here. Where did they come from? And they're really smelly."
The short-haired woman didn't want to stop laughing just yet. "I'll prepare the seasoning, and you wash the fish. That way, we'll finish quickly, Beatrice."
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