Six days later
*LZ*
I find myself uttering a cheerful "Morning" as I step into the kitchen. I lean in to plant a kiss on Sherry's cheek, followed by one on Emilia's. "Ah, I see we're cooking up a storm for Nick's birthday breakfast. What's that delightful smell wafting from the oven?"
Sherry grins at Emilia before revealing, "Argentinian breakfast rolls. Emilia is the mastermind behind them."
"The scent is absolutely tantalizing. So, you cook as well?" I ask Emilia, impressed by her culinary skills. "Is there anything you can't do?"
She blushes and shrugs it off, "I'm no expert, but I'm competent enough to prevent starvation."
I glance around, noticing Matt's absence. "Speaking of which, where's Matt?"
"He is in the tent... resting... again." Emilia's disappointment is evident. "He
