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THE pair of brother and sister sat opposite each other on the living room of their small cabin.  

"Brother, what is it you need to discuss with me?" Flora asked.

She couldn't help but look back at the kitchen.  If she's not mistaken, wasn't Aurum Blackbourne a noble?  Could a noble lady who grow up with tons of servants to do her bidding actually be able to cook?  What if her cooking utensils were destroyed?  No, the more important question was, would Flora be able to eat her cooking and say that it's delicious?

"Don't worry, Aurum won't make a mess in your kitchen," Clay said, noticing his sister's train of thought.

"How do you know?  Wait- why are you addressing her so informally?"

"Is there a reason I couldn't?" Clay asked, a bit confused why Flora would even ask that.

"She's a noble young lady.  We're just commoners.  How could it be alright to just call her by her name?  Won't she be mad?"