A Good Cook (1)
Xenia watched as Osman prepared their meals in the kitchen.
"Are you a good cook, Admiral?" she curiously asked as she sat on one of the chairs where she could have a better view of him.
"He is," Darius answered on behalf of the Admiral as he too sat on an available chair, pulling it beside Xen. "He can be a good cook if he wants to."
Osman shook his head as he said, "Never mind that. Let's make our time productive." He then gestured to Xenia, "Come, milady. Help me out with preparing the meals. For you see, this will also be a part of your training."
Xenia lifted one of her eyebrows upon hearing Osman's words. The admiral saw the gesture, and he chuckled as he explained, "You might think that I always play a trick on you and Your Majesty, but haven't you noticed how you've learned at least one thing with every task and trial I've been asking you to do? It's not like some of the tricks I've been doing don't make any sense."