Morgana and I watched Liam and Anton browse the Internet on how to cook spaghetti. They insisted on cooking the pasta, so Morgana and I sat, amused at how they would cook it. I was just glad I couldn’t hear Liam’s thoughts unless I allowed him to mind-link with me because Anton was too noisy, and he was complaining simultaneously.
They were able to manage to boil the pasta and now the sauce.
“Heat the pan first,” Liam reminded him. “Oh, you should have bought homemade spaghetti sauce, Anton,” he snarled as he chopped the onion.
I pressed my lips, suppressing myself from laughing as I watched him wipe his tears with the sleeves of his shirt.
“You are putting my kitchen in misery,” Morgana chuckled as she stood up. “Please, let us help you.”
Liam put down the knife. “I give up!”
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