"So, you don''t have to go out of your way to pick a birthday gift for her," said Scott


    with a smile so gentle that it could make a person rx.


    Analise grinned. "Okay. What are we having for dinner? Do we have any groceries? Why don''t I cook?"


    She thought it had been a fruitful day. Early that morning, she had calmed a male and went out for a meal when she was mentally exhausted.


    After that, she went to Fiy''s house to pick up something, only to return and face usations of being a spy. Finally, she was sent to the dungeons.


    In less than two hours, Analise''s name was cleared. When everything was settled, she even got to explore Hopkins Gxy Lodge. She had gotten enough rest since she returned to the vi.


    It was simr to the busy and fulfilling feeling Analise felt in the human world. Hence, she instinctively wanted to prepare a meal before the sun set. That way, she would feel as though she was still in the human world.


    "Females in Interster Alliance don''t need to cook. You can just ask Fiy to prepare whatever you want to eat. As your guardians, we need to take good care of you," said Scott before Fiy could nod his head.


    Fiy was aplete fool who would agree to whatever Analise said. But if news of Analise preparing a meal spread, both Scott and Fiy would be in trouble.


    "Why Fiy? Can''t you cook?" asked Analise out of curiosity.


    "It''s not that I can''t. It''s just "


    Before Scott could finish, Analise said, "I''ll leave it to you, then. I want to touch Fiy''s therian ears."


    Analise thought Scott looked like someone who could cook. He was clean and warm-the qualities of a husband.


    After watching Scott smiling and entering the kitchen, Analise began stroking Fiy''s therian ears. After some time, she wanted more and told Fiy to shift into his wolf form.


    Analise stroked Fiy''s head, rubbed his belly, and yed with his paws. It felt great, just like petting a dog.


    An hourter, just as Analise was about to doze off on Fiy''s warm body, Scott ced the dishes on the table She sat at the table happily, only to get up grumbling and cursing.


    The table contained several tes of ck, unrecognizable creations. It was impossible to tell what they were originally supposed to be.


    Analise recalled Scott''s hesitation and smirk earlier. "So, Scott''s no husband material but a chef from hell!" she thought, quietly making her way to the kitchen.


    The pan was ck, the bowls were broken, and the walls were covered in ck, grimy stuff. Analise could not tell what it was.


    Her first guess was that there was an explosion. Scott probably did not expect she would enter the kitchen, so he did not clean it up.


    However, Analise did not hear any


    noise earlier. Thus, she figured Scott might have used some high-tech gadget to block out the sounds in the kitchen. Either that, or she had just been too absorbed in petting Fiy.


    Quietly, Analise walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. Thankfully, there were some potatoes and beef left.


    s, Analise preferred beef that was


    cooked longer. She decided to pass on the protein. Sighing deeply, she took four potatoes and quickly peeled them. Then, she washed and cut them into thin strips.