A very generic detective story.

What smells so good.

I woke up in my bed confused how I ended up here. I got up and had a thumping headache.
(What happened?)
I could smell something good coming from somewhere when I finally opened my door. I walked out and over to my kitchen to see Amelia standing there cooking.
"What is going on?"
"Good morning Sophia. I prepared Panadol and water for you."
"Thanks."
I sat down at the island and took the medication to help with my headache not questioning anything.
"Would you like French toast for breakfast?"
"Yes please."
"How many?"
"Two."
She got a plate and placed the bread on it. She added some Mint I think before giving it to me. I took a bite into it and just couldn't form words. She was humming away while she was making more so she couldn't see my reaction. I finished my bite quickly so I could talk to her.
"Amelia where did you learn to cook?"
"You like it?"
"Like it. I love it. Who taught you?"
"No one did. I'm self taught."
"How are you so good?"
"Practice. I'm surprised that it's still good since I haven't really cooked for about a year."
"Why not your amazing."
"My father wanted to cook our meals. Not the best idea but couldn't stop him." She told serving herself some food.
"What is your family like?"
"We are an odd bunch. A group of people that you would think don't mix well but we do."
We finished our food and Amelia cleaned the dishes letting most soak. She turned around and clasped her hands together.
"Sophia get ready because we leave in five."
(Great. I'm going to die.)