Both girls pointed at each other, then in unison... "She started it." They said.
Zheme tilted his head, walking further inside to drop the paper clips on the counter. "Started what exactly?"
This time however, Lexie was the first to answer. "She told me you wouldn't win the competition."
"And she told me to mind my business."
Zheme nodded in understanding, eyes squinted and brows knotted. "Telling you to mind your business was good advice, why don't you do that? Your chicken in the oven might need to be turned."
Sofia's mouth dropped, eyes widening. "You both are the same, that's why you have each other and for your information, my chicken is quite fine."
With that, she marched her way out of the kitchen, leaving Zheme to wonder what exactly had he done wrong. He had only stated the facts, it was a good advice, people who knew how to mind their business or rather pretend to, tended to live a longer life, so he was only telling her how to preserve hers.