Ayanne
“Tell me again why you volunteered only us to wash everyone’s dishes tonight?”
Toby snorted from behind while packing away leftovers.
“And that’s after we made dinner for everyone, mind you,” Ayanne rinsed off another plate to be dried off. It took hours, though she didn’t actually mind. He was organized enough to direct things smoothly.
“Is there something you’d rather be doing right now?” He asked.
“Well, I don’t know,” she admitted, “but I wouldn’t have asked to both make dinner and clean it up for everyone.”
“Doesn’t it bother you that the same people do it every single day? I mean, wouldn’t it make more sense to have it rotate?” He was starting to sound like his brother.
“Have you asked the kitchen staff?” Ayanne scrubbed another plate and rinsed it.
“I may have,” Toby
