SOLANA
"So what are you cooking for dinner tonight?" I ask Ama, filling up a glass of coke from the fridge.
Ama turns to me, both elbows on the counter behind her, leaning against it. "What is a meal you love which you haven't had in years?"
"Lasagne? That always used to be one of my favourites." I reply, musing.
"Lasagne it is. I'll get the ingredients brought up and I'll start it now," Ama says, smiling at me.
"Do you need any help?"
"No, lasagne is quite easy once you get the bechamel sauce right."
"Why did you learn how to cook anyway? I would have thought with Mrs. Danvers and the kitchen omegas that this skill wouldn't have been deemed necessary?" I ask, sipping my drink.
"Mum always thought it would be a good idea for both of her children to learn how to cook, while we do h
