"Well," I rubbed my hands together, "Who's up for a snack?"
Everyone raised their hand, so I got to work. Nicholas helped me put on some spaghetti, and together we cooked meat and cut vegetables for the sauce. I found a cupboard full of spices, and made garlic butter. Nicholas found the bread, and in no time at all, we had a huge platter of garlic bread and spaghetti to serve. I copped an extra big helping for my mate, setting it down in front of her with a grin.
"Mmm, what smells so good?"
Stacy entered the kitchen, her nose lifted in the air.
"Spaghetti and garlic bread." Nicholas held out a plate to her.
"Thanks." She took a seat at the end of the new island. "Who made it?"
"Nicholas and I." I replied.
"Oh." Her eyes appraised me, never looking away she scooped up a forkful and s
