The King's Pet

#8

So, here's a fact about me. I suck at cooking. One of the things on my bucket list was to learn how to cook. Once, I tried making cookies but I left the oven on for too long so the cookies set on fire. Thankfully, dad felt hungry and went to the kitchen so that he could put out the fire. I nearly burned the house down that day.

Anyway, Seth cleared away all the cooks so that we could have the kitchen to ourselves. Hopefully, he's as bad as cooking as I am. I don't want to make a fool of myself again (bowling incident). Unfortunately, Seth was amazing at cooking. Just like he was amazing at everything. Why?

"Seth!" I whined as he started cutting the bell peppers, "Is there anything your not good at?"

He looked up at me, amusement dancing in his eyes, "Well... no."

"Seriously?" my eyes widened and then I gasped, "Can you play the harmonica?!"

"They were very popular in the 1800s," he chuckled amusedly.

My jaw dropped. Sometimes I forgot that he was actually really old.

"I don't look like it, though," he winked, reading my mind.

"Debatable," I shrugged even though it wasn't true.

"What did I say about lying?" he smiled mischievously.

"What did I say about reading my mind?" I replied innocently.

"Something along the lines of 'irrelevant to my life'," he smirked.

I gave him an offended look. Excuse him.

"Well, are you going to help me?" he asked expectantly.

I hopped off the counter, "What are we making?"

"Roast chicken."

"Really?" I giggled as my eyes brightened, "I love roast chicken!"

"You love all food," he muttered.

"What can I say? Food is the best," I answered happily.

He just rolled his eyes playfully and continued cutting the vegetables.

"How can I help?" I chirped cheerfully.

"Cut the potatoes," he ordered and demonstrated.

I nodded and cut them. To be honest, I think I did a pretty good job.

Seth looked at the potatoes and gave me an impressed smile, "Well done, Chloe."

My heart warmed. I like getting his approval.

***

After a few hours of cooking, we finally finished the chicken, and it looked and smelled amazing. I heard my stomach growl as I inhaled the wonderful scent. Seth chuckled at me, obviously amused at the situation. He cut off the first piece and placed it on my plate.

I grinned and dug in, hastily cutting the chicken with my fork and knife. When I ate the first bite, I groaned as I chewed. It was delicious. It tasted better than anything I had ever eaten. I finished my piece in less than three minutes, making it my new record.

"This is so good," I complimented as I ate more.

"Thanks, sweetheart, but you did most of the cooking anyway," he offered politely.

"Oh please," I snorted, "I cut two vegetables."

He laughed in response. I knew he was just trying to be polite. I really liked that about him.