Afraid that with a single mistake, he'd start "parroting" again.
"Alright, sure." Gordon was surprisingly agreeable, unlike the grumpy Gordo known for his terrible morning mood.
Gordon hummed a cheerful tune, completely oblivious to the atmosphere in the room, and directly asked Summer Fairmont, "Summer, what's for breakfast this morning?"
Sean Lowell was full of concerns, while Gordon's face was brimming with anticipation, almost to the point of drooling.
Sean tugged on Gordon's sleeve, signaling him not to call names randomly.
Summer Fairmont didn't seem the least bit upset, "Sandwiches."
"Huh? Just sandwiches? How can sandwiches showcase your culinary skills, Summer? I just had a dream before waking, dreaming of the bowl of ribs and lily millet porridge you made especially for The Jilted yesterday."
Gordon tried to put on a pitiable look as he continued, "Then I woke up. I thought I'd wake up to my dream come true, and taste the porridge The Jilted left behind yesterday."
