Sera's Pov
I don't know what possessed me, but somewhere between Lisa's whining about our "terrible morale" and Kael suggesting we needed a distraction, I decided we were going to cook. Not just snack-making or heat-up-some-leftovers cooking. Real cooking. The kind with spices and sizzling pans and flour in your hair by the end.
"We're making dinner," I declared, hands on my hips like I knew what I was doing.
Lisa stared at me. "You burn toast."
"That was one time!" I argued. "And the toaster was shady to begin with!"
Kael, lounging in the corner with a book he absolutely wasn't reading, lifted a brow. "Do you even know what you're making?"
"Something edible," I said confidently. "I'll figure it out. Maybe a pasta thing."
"Pasta thing," Lisa repeated, unimpressed. "Sounds gourmet."
Kael stood, stretching. "I'll help." He sounded way too casual, like this wasn't a recipe for disaster. Or smoke alarms. Probably both.
Lisa blinked. "You can cook?"
