It Will End In A Kiss

Soup

(ROBIN)

Blu and I managed to get everything we need for the soup we will cook for Gilbert. We carried the paper bags of groceries and fruits up to the penthouse. I turned to Blu.

"By the way, about the package we picked up?" I asked, curiously.

"Its safe. I think its fine if I will get to it later." Blu simply said while we are shrugging off our bags on the couch in the living room. We will get to that later. Cooking comes first.

"Okay," I shrugged. Its his parents' stuffs so I won't dip my fingers in those. I think Blu is still considering my feeling about his parents. He even tried to back out from picking up their belongings in the police station but I said...

"I'm not doing them a favor. Its you...I'll be doing this for you."

Blu gave me a grateful look and we went to the police station to meet the investigators and take Blu's parents' belongings. The investigators let us inspect the box where Blu's parents' stuffs are before letting us have it. It was a simple transaction that we did before going into the supermarket to shop.

Blu pressed the door passcode so it will open and we can enter. Uncle came out of their room to welcome us. "Gilbert is sleeping. He is feeling much better after sleeping most of the morning off. What are those?" Uncle asked while nodding towards the paper bags we are carrying.

"Fruits and ingredients for soup." I said as we marched into the kitchen to put down our burdens.

"Soup. You will make soup for Gilbert?" Uncle was mildly surprised at that.

"Yes." Blu nodded. "We found a simple recipe for creamy chicken soup in the internet. Thats what we will cook for Mr.Gilbert."

Uncle stared at us while we are taking off the items we bought into the kitchen counter. He smiled. "I see. Who would have thought...huh?"

I snorted. "We can be thoughtful too, you know."

Uncle laughed. "I know. Do you need any help here?" He asked. "Gilbert is resting so I have some time..."

"Do you know how to chop vegetables?" I asked Uncle. Already anticipating his answer.

"No. You know I have never tried to do anything in a kitchen aside from turning on the coffee machine."

"Exactly," I chuckled sardonically. "We are hopeless without Gilbert."

Uncle frowned. "Thats why I told you both to be kind to Gilbert, didn't I? Thats why I said we should behave to lessen his work..."

Blu and I stared at Uncle with what I can only describe as impatient looks. The three of us standing in our kitchen know well that the person who gives Gilbert most stress is Uncle. Its always Uncle.

Uncle sighed. "I can wash things in the sink." He said voluntarily.

"I'll ready the ingredients." I said.

"I'll ready the pots and utensils we will need." Blu said with a smile.

"Alright." Uncle clapped his hands. "First, aprons. We should wear them. Gilbert wears apron whenever he is working around the house."

We all looked at each other. Then we looked around. Then back to staring at each other. Blu sighed. "I guess our first mission is to find the aprons." He said.

"Right," Uncle and I nodded to agree with him.

It took us almost half an hour of checking countless kitchen cabinets and even the laundry to locate where Gilbert stashed the aprons. They are placed together with the linen napkins and fabric placemats. We were amazed to see that Gilbert owns at least a dozen or so aprons. All of them in severe black color. All uniformed and folded neatly.