Third Person’s POV (12 yrs., 8 months and 1 week old)
‘So… What do I tell her first?’ thought Ken, while slicing up some vegetables, Allen and Glen beside him, helping, for lunch today, they were having soup and some steak, something light with a side dish of vegetables.
He can’t name them because he’s too lazy, but the dishes were of good quality. Of course, it was him who cooked it.
Fifteen minutes later, the three of them were out of the kitchen and heading to the field carrying seven containers, two containing rice while the rest were for the viand, the other floating around Ken.
“Here’re the food everyone.” said Glen enthusiastically as he was carrying one of the viand and the smell kept drifting towards his nose, making his hunger rise on the way.
“Don’t be too disrespectful to the food, we have to serve it first.” said Allen, Glen scratched the back of his neck, setting up the food on the table.