My mind was filled with confusion, I wondered whether Scar was truly going to leave the kitchen or my house as a whole.
"Come on, Scar, alright, you can stay on one condition, that is, you wouldn't have to touch anything in the kitchen because of aren't fully recovered. How about that?" I asked staring at him with wide eyes.
He had a hard glare at me with which he looked at me clearly. Resigning with a sigh, he nodded.
"Fine, thank you for allowing me to stay here with you," I confessed.
I responded with a small smile on my part.
Placing the pot on the stove, I poured a small quantity of the oil before pouring the corn into it. Covering the lid, I walked towards the counter trying to get a bowl for the popcorn.
Unfortunately for me, it was placed high on the upper section of the counter. Standing on tiptoe, I tried reaching it but to no avail.