"Bang—" From the Kitchen came a dull thud out of nowhere.
Like the sound of a pot dropping onto the Ground.
Chad Yakov jolted up from the sofa in a carp flip and climbed to his feet, then followed her into the Kitchen.
Seeing Victoria Gibson bent down, about to pick up the pot, he lunged forward in one stride, grabbed her hand, and pulled her right in front of him.
"Did it hit you? Even cooking a Meal is this thrilling. Go sit Outside, whatever you want to eat, I'll cook it for you."
Her Facial expression already looked off; he really shouldn't have let her cook for him.
"…I'm fine. If you hadn't been talking nonsense, I wouldn't have dropped it on myself." Victoria lowered her head, pushed him away, and bent down to pick up the pot.
The moment she lifted her head, her Face, traitorous as ever, flushed red.
This Man, no matter the time, could always say this kind of Rogue line with perfect confidence.
