amelia is the cook. periodt.

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Leo: Bone apple tea. *puts the plate down with grace*

Amelia: *picks up lettuce that looked like it was grilled by a bbq set while also looking burnt*

Amelia: what the actual fuck? 

Eric: Ooooooh~ So that's what a grilled salad is!

Amelia: No, this isn't really how it looks like, Eric. BUTLER!

Leo *sigh: Yes?

Amelia: Who the fuck grilled this? *shoves grilled lettuce to Leo's face*

Leo: uhh, well-

Ray: It was me, I was the one who made it.

Amelia: *aggressively raises lettuce* what the actual fuck, you dumbass mf bitch?! who fucking- did you even cleaned the lettuce thoroughly?!  you gave me a fucking burnt ass lettuce to prove you can cook when I'm not around?! how fucking irresponsible, you little mista-

Eric: *holds Amelia back as he places a hand to cover Amelia's profanities*

Norman: Ahahaha- that's enough swearing for today, Amelia. 

Amelia: KJDKJSNLJXNCDOUHCDWNXASXOSQDOCNM

Norman: Eric, hold her down. 

Eric: I'm just gonna- *runs to her room*

Leo: And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why Amelia is the cook.

Ray: She was being dramatic than usual.

Leo: Yeah, no one made her daily morning coffee.

Ray: No wonder.

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