"Is that a question?"
"You're impossible," she muttered, going back to her omelette and putting them into three plates.
She slammed two plates on the counter top in front of me and I frowned, "I'm assuming you also cooked for Atlas?"
Phoebe took a metal stool for her to sit on just as she took her own plate, "We wouldn't want him to die, right?" She gave me a bored look just as she dug in her food.
I sighed and took the stool beside her. "Phoebe, come on. Don't be mad. We'll do it properly next time."
"Next time?" Her head snapped at me so fast, I thought she might have a stiff neck by now, "You're planning on having a next time? Dione, that's stupid!"
I rolled my eyes, "I'm always stupid."
"No, no next time," she said firmly, forking her food violently like how Alpha Ares wanted to
