Roseanne was having a ball watching from the sidelines. "Alright, alright, let me handle dinner tonight. You two can assist me!"


    With that, both Mamie and Scales had no objections.


    They both knew that Roseanne was meticulous in her research, but they hadn''t expected her to be so particr in the kitchen as well.


    She had a system for everything: keeping the meats and veggies separate, identifying the greens that might look fresh but were actually past their prime, and even the angle at which you should slice the meat. Should you go against the grain or with it? Every step had its significance.


    At home, Mamie and Scales usually didn''t lift a finger when it came to cooking, but here they were, hustling around without a hint ofint. Instead, they found the whole process fascinating, as if they were discovering a new world.


    By the time dinner was ready, two hours had flown by.


    Mamie stood with her hands on her hips, surveying the feastid out before them, a smug little grin on her face. "Wow, I''m pretty amazing. I can''t believe I helped prepare all this!"


    Naturally, this called for a photo op. She whipped out her phone and snapped away at the spread.


    As soon as she shared the pictures on social media, Duke was the first to hit the ''like'' button. Soon enough, aunts and uncles from all over were chiming in, liking, andmenting.


    Mamie was on cloud nine.


    Seeing her so pleased, Scales couldn''t help but smile too.


    Two dayster, Roseanne''s foot was fully healed, and she was back to her usual energetic self, bouncing around without any restrictions.


    She took the seed pod she had found back to school and handed it over to her professor.


    Score! 20 points right in the bag!


    Their group was the only one that managed to find the rare nt. The others either came back empty-handed or had brought the wrong specimens.


    As for the seed pod given to her by Owen Reynolds, Roseanne decided to keep it in her personal collection.


    With that chapter closed, her life returned to its familiar rhythm, shuttling between school, theb, and home.


    The only downside was that theb


    was on


    outskirts of town. Even


    thougre was a subway line,


    The subway stopped running rtively early, leaving her to rely on cabs to get home, which wasn''t always a sure thing.


    So, Roseanne started thinking about getting a car, something simple to cut down onmute time.


    She didn''t need anything fancy, just something that worked.


    Much to her surprise, the very next day, someone showed up at her doorstep with


    a car.


    "Is this Roseanne Cole?" asked a


    seanne


    man in a sharp ck suit, shing a polite smile: "I''m Charlie from


    Lakeside Motors. Someone has


    ordered a car for you. It''s park


    I just


    around the corner. Could youe and sign for it? I''ll also hand over the keys and the paperwork.


    Roseanne stood at her door, only opening it a crack.


    A car out of the blue? Most people would be thrilled, if a bit skeptical, but


    Roseanne''s expression remained neutral.


    "A car for me? Who''s it from?"


    The salesperson smiled apologetically. "I''m sorry, but that''s confidential. We can''t disclose that information."


    Roseanne nodded. "Alright, then I won''t ept it. You can take it back."


    She started to close the door.


    "Wait, hold on..." The salesman,


    sensing she was a tough customer, quickly added, "It''s a brand-new Maserati, limited edition, only 50 in the world. Are you sure you want to pass it up?"


    Roseanne replied coolly, "The more expensive something is, the less trustworthy


    it seems if it just falls into yourp like this."


    Undeterred, the salesman lingered at the door. "I''m telling you, it''s a Maserati. I''m not lying! Juste down and see for yourself."


    He couldn''t believe anyone would turn down such a luxurious car.