Boss monster and little monster

Behind a cluttered wooden counter, Mila—a woman with dark, tired eyes and flour-dusted hands—nearly dropped a ladle into a bubbling pot when she spotted him. Her breath hitched, and for a split second, she froze. Then, with a panicked whirl, she grabbed a plate, nearly knocking over a stack of bowls in the process.

"O-oh! Mister K-Kaden! You—you're back!" she stammered, fumbling as she tried to scoop food onto a plate. She spilled some stew on the counter, cursed under her breath, wiped it, then spilled more trying to clean it.

Kaden watched her, amused. "You good there?"

Mila let out a nervous laugh, frantically trying to regain her composure. "I'm f-fine! You just—um—came in so suddenly! I wasn't expecting you yet. The food's ready! I mean, it's always ready—ah, here!" She thrust the plate toward him with both hands. "Eat!"

Kaden took it with ease, his smirk growing. "You always this jumpy, or am I just that intimidating?"