Reule Cooks

I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. I was annoyed to find that it was Reule once again. I thought of not answering, but I remembered his kind gesture last night.

I had not even said a word, and I immediately heard Reule yelling, "Can you get your ass down here and tell me what do you want to eat!"

"Don't you know how to say hello and good morning?" I replied in a loud voice.

"It doesn't work with you. Now, come down and tell me what you want?"

"Anything that Nana Lolita would cook."

"She is not here. She went with Adriana to visit her mate."

"Nana Lolita is not there? Then, who will cook?"

"I will if I don't change my mind. Now, come down or starve!"

"O-kay."

I rushed to the toilet, wondering if he knew how to cook something edible. Reule doesn't strike me as someone who knows how to cook or do any household chores at all.

After I brushed my teeth and washed my face, I heard my phone ringing once again.