Ethan smirked as he picked up his fork, looking down at the meal — perfectly grilled steak with roasted vegetables on the side.
Marianne was a perfectionist when it came to cooking, and it showed in every dish she made.
"I do cook with the intention of it being eaten," Marianne admitted, crossing her arms. "But, Vanessa, that was supposed to be for Ethan when he got home."
Vanessa let out an exaggerated groan and flopped back against the couch dramatically. "I knew there was a catch. I was wondering why it tasted extra good."
Marianne shook her head, clearly unimpressed by the antics. "You need to start eating proper meals instead of just raiding the drinks and snacks all the time."
Vanessa huffed. "But I like snacks."
"You also need actual nutrients."
Ethan chuckled, cutting into the steak and taking a bite.
It was, as expected, perfectly seasoned and cooked just right.