Cornelia hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Alright, hand me the sauce, please."
Marcus complied, "Sure."
As Cornelia was cooking the lamb chops, the kitchen was filled with fumes.
Tears started to stream down Cornelia's face from the smoke, and Marcus quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe her tears, "I'll take over the cooking next time. All you gotta do is eat."
The noise from the kitchen utensils drowned out Marcus's words, and Cornelia didn't quite catch them, "Mr. Hartley, what'd you say?"
Marcus just shook his head, "Nothing much."
Cornelia continued, "The food is almost ready, can you grab me a plate?"
Marcus turned around and took out a plate from the sterilizer, "Does it need to be washed?"
Only he could get away with asking that, thought Cornelia. Anyone else would've gotten an earful, "Well, technically, plates from the sterilizer are good to go. But we typically wash 'em again. It feels icky otherwise."
Marcus chuckled at her remark, he was amused, "You could've just said you wanted it washed, no need for the waffle."
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