Chapter 379

  What the actual…

  “You two eat, I’m going to clean myself up in your bathroom. I made a mess of my clothes.” She smiles affectionately, pointing at a tiny little dot of batter on her floaty dress and shakes her head. She leans down and lays the towel over my lap for me, as though I’m a child who clearly leaves a mess, and then moves off towards his room while untying the apron I only now realize she’s wearing.

  Who the hell brings and wears an apron to cook? And yet still gets food on her dress!

  “What the fuck is this?” I lift up the weird looking flat and obviously anemic attempt at a pancake with my fork as soon as she is out of earshot, alarmed to hear it fall back off with an actual thud. I lift the plate to check it hasn’t cracked through and drop it back down in complete disapproval.