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The huntress obviously arrived earlier than Rhys for a reason, she sat on a chair. When Rhys saw her, she was having a mouthful of something before she gave him a glance. If the black hair asian was a weather, she's undoubtedly an overcast. While pushing the one-bite macaron into one side of her cheeks like a hamster, she wondered which idiot arranged her to kitchen duty. They really didn't care if she'd blow it up or not.

It was already the third one she ate as they started peeling potato. She gave the knife in her hand a long stare before answering his question, "Obviously throwing us a load of tedious stuffs so we won't bother their jobs." She remembered the hunter that she only saw a few times. "Maybe Cafeteria might have potato dishes on the menu the coming few days." Potato was a good food, it filled your hunger easily and can be made into many varieties.

She spaced out for a moment and the knife slid along the side of her thumb. First a thin pink line then beads of blood exuded, she frowned at the wound feeling like a needle sting.

That was only her first potato.

The bloods didn't get onto the potato at all, she was frowning for another reason. She put down the knife and stood up to located the drawer he pointed to, quickly wrapped her wound and got back to her work. On her thumb, there was several Wonder Women printed on the band-aid.

Once she noticed Rhys's eyes were on it, she frowned again. "No choice." If it's not Justice League, Emoji, My Little Pony, it was safari animal, enchanted unicorn or other cartoon characters.

The petite huntress then picked up another macaron before she peeled the unfinished potato. "Before coming......" She got into her own thought and paused a long while. "Not really, I was forbidden to get close to kitchen."

The blue eyes gave another glance when Rhys dropped his third peeled potato into the bin. She then looked at the one still in her hand and pressed her lips. It was not a nice feeling to have the fact that she couldn't do a simple task like that threw onto her face.

She heard his tone but didn't look at him, her eyes casted down at the potato. "Not really. 'am the type who put raw egg into microwave and add oil onto fire, just like that." The petite huntress answered in a monotous voice.

Finally she did with her first, it got unbelivably smaller but at least it's a smooth one without any brown bit of the skin. She held it up towards the light and then tossed it into the bin with an uninterested expression. "How about you?"

She gave him a roll of her eyes to his obviously stupid question, "If only they know......" She squinted her eyes like a cat when she sensed his doubt over her. Yes, she is a dangerous person to the kitchen but she didn't enjoy being judged.

Hearing what Rhys said, however, her expression softened a little bit. "My sisters used to make me pancake I like, foods I enjoy eating. Nothing fancy but full of love." What she didn't tell him was when she cooked with her sisters, nothing horrible happened. Foods were edible and tasty, they were the magicians who always brought her miracles.

When he finished, all of a sudden, the softness was gone, replaced by a solid blank expression. The huntress put down her knife for a second time, went off her seat and straightly to get two big bowls. She poured one with hot water while another with cold water. Then she went back to her seat to pick up a potato, ran the blade around it horizontally and tossed it into the bowl with hot water.

She repeated the process for another four before she put them into the bowl with ice water for a while. When she picked them up and rubbed as the brown skin, they came off smoothly like egg shells.

She felt offensive when people refused to hear about her sisters while they were the best in this world. The huntress thought it might be a big mistake to talk about her significant other to someone she barely knew. He didn't deserve it, thus she decided to speed up her work. A bit mad but she hid it behind her calm face, like years of practice she'd had, just without the smile now.

Rhys got one glare, akin to when a cat minding its own busines, for instance washing face, got disturbed. Followed the sharp stare was nothing however. She turned her head back on the potatoes. It was only after a few minutes she spoke, "Expansion and contraction, haven't you learned that from school?' One of her sisters knew many domestic tricks and every time she'd surprised like seeing an incredible magic casted.

The petite huntress continued to squint at him, "Do you really think simple water can do anything to potatoes? Yup, they're gonna explode like bombs, be careful." She stated in a monotonous tone, slowly caught up with Rhy's work.

Ever seen a cat had its ears folded down when you say it did something wrong? That's most likely a dog's behaviour. Rhys was just a stranger, like every strangers in that world, he was of no importance to her. It was hilarious to think if it was her in the past, she'd apologized at once and felt she did wrong. Just because she wanted everyone to like her, it was a greedy sensation she wanted more love even she had that from her sisters. She wanted to have friends, she wanted her parents to love her -

Her heart was frozen, she didn't care if the man was having a bad mood because of her words, she simply didn't open her heart to people more. If they allowed her bad attitude, she would stay. If they did not, she would just leave.

The petite huntress gave the unpeeled potatoes an once-over and estimated the time needed to finish them. She guessed, in the most, a few hours. She neither refute to Rhy's words as well, as if the hot water from drinking machine would boil a potato. Maybe she shall ask him to take a bite instead. After she tossed another batch into the bowl, she took a short break to finish another macaron. If every day she had to meet with annoying people like him, it won't be enough to keep her mood good no matter how much sugars she eat.

She raised her head to stare at the ceiling, wondered when she would be freed from the world. It had been too long she had lived and in little hope that she'd find her reasons and meaning to stay alive. At least she could eliminate the hunter she was working from the possibility.

The huntress always contemplated whether her sisters had turned into stars or guardian angels. Bit her lower lip, she resumed her boring task.