Freja's POV
Freya gave me a dubious glance as I placed the last plate on the table and took a step back to examine the setup. Her brows were slightly raised, and her lips curved into a playful smile.
"Ok, Freya, spill it. What's up with this look?" I asked with my arms folded.
She c****d her head, her smile broadening into something that disturbed me. "I'm just... shocked, you know?"
"Shocked about what, exactly?"
"It's just that you're not the 'help-out-in-the-kitchen' sort.""You're more of the 'action and chaos' type," she joked, her voice full of laughter.
I rolled my eyes, breathing sharply. "I just decided to help today." Can't a girl shake things up once in a while? Now stop staring at me like that—it's weird."
Freya shrugged lightly, but her smile remained constant. "Alright,
