Ana's POV
It was disturbing, but an extra hand wouldn't hurt. Cleaning the whole kitchen with flour scattered everywhere would be a complicated job.
I looked at his face, waiting for my response. His blue eyes were fixed on me, and his slightly open lips searched for a way to try to convince me. He wouldn't accept a "no" as an answer, and honestly, I didn't feel like arguing.
"I suppose I don't have another option; two heads are usually better than one."
He took this as an affirmative response.
"Just tell me where I can find the cleaning supplies."
"You can go to the garden. There, you will find the storage room with everything you need. Will keeps them there to prevent Verita from taking any out of curiosity."
"For a child of that age, it's understandable that she wants to explore
