"Senior's... chicken is just amazing!"
Sylphina's voice echoed through the wooden cabin, but the air seemed to freeze.
It wasn't just her words that made the atmosphere awkward.
At that moment, Sylphina had a bit of thick, white cheese at the corner of her mouth. Her eyes were glazed over in a daze, clearly lost in the deliciousness of the fried chicken. Her cheeks were even slightly flushed.
Anyone walking in on this scene would probably get the wrong idea.
"I told you my... dish was good, didn't I?"
Timothy had just finished washing his hands, but as soon as he looked up, he saw Sylvia standing at the door, and Sylphina, still in her food-induced trance, off to the side.
"Holy crap!"
This was definitely not what Timothy had expected.
"Timothy, do you have anything you'd like to explain?"
Sylvia's lips curled into a seductive yet slightly chilling smile.