Dinner at Naomi's Manor

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We told Naomi we were ready to have dinner. Eastie was really excited to see Naomi's manor, it would be the first one she would see. I thought how about how big the house was and how it was like. Finally Naomi said: "Welcome to our humble home." She opened the iron gates with magicks unknown to me. When we entered the house Eastie was staring for a long time and said: "You weren't joking when you said your house was big." I looked in awe, speechless. "Travis built it for me." She said modestly. "Are you and Travis a thing? Or did he do because you are a divine warrior?" I asked as she lead us to her grande dining room. "Ladies, you can sit here and wait for dinner. Laurance and Travis will be joining us tonight." "What are we eating?" "Bread and soup." Naomi replied. "May I help, I love to cook." Eastie asked. "Okay then." Naomi and Eastie both went into the kitchen and I took a seat. A few minutes later Laurance and Travis arrive. "Hi, you must be the girl that's moving in. Where's the other girl?" Travis asked. "Oh, Eastie. She went in the kitchen to help Naomi help cook dinner." I replied.  "Hey. Welcome to our house. Do you like it?" Laurance asked as he took a seat next to me. "It definitely is big" I said while blushing. Ever since the walk I had with Laurance, things have gotten really awkward between us. I pull my hair in my face hoping he won't see me blush. He chuckles slightly to himself and pulls my hair out of my face. I blush even more, at this point I probably looked like a ripe strawberry. Travis quietly giggled, but I ignored him. "You like me, don't you?" He asked half-knowing the answer. I just ignored him. "There's nothing wrong we liking me. I am quite the charmer." I wanted to slap him, but Travis was right there. "Dinner is served." Eastie said formally. Finally. I helped set the table and help serve the food. Eastie was right about her being a cook, it was really good. We ate in silence. It was so formal. This would take a while to get used to.

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