Ann Nolan was indeed skillful in cooking; the kitchen was filled with the aroma of her dish.
She also prepared a small serving for Jasmine Yale.
Jasmine, who was tired and overwhelmed from the happenings of the day, hadn't eaten much for dinner and was now feeling famished.
They sat at the dining table, chatting whilst enjoying their meal.
"I haven't met Little Chaley yet, is he a well-behaved boy?"
"In a while, I can take you upstairs to see him. When he sleeps, he's like a little piglet, oblivious to the thunderstorms," Jasmine laughed lovingly.
"Great, I love children."
"Ann, how did you meet Zaiden Santos?"
"In university," Ann Nolan said casually.
"Did both of you graduate from the same university?"
"Yes, we both attended undergraduate programs at Landon University; I later pursued my Master's degree, while he studied abroad for two years." Ann seemed to be retelling an old tale, her face devoid of expression.
Memories of the past seemed to be viewed indifferently.