“Not cooking,” Mason commented. “She sucks at it.”
“That’s not very nice to say,” Jol said with a scowl.
Smiling, I said, “They’re talking about in a videogame, not real life.”
“Though, she’s not great in real life either,” Mason muttered.
My smile disappeared and I kicked his shin, softly, beneath the table. “Rude!”
He smiled and asked, “Remember when you made brownies for my birthday?”
“Those were weapons, not brownies,” Bran Bran muttered down the table.
Jol looked confused, so I explained. “I made brownies, which is a chocolate dessert that is supposed to be soft, but I overcooked them and they were super hard.”
“They only became weapons because you were rude,” Riddick reminded Branson.
“I threw one at his head,” I told Jol. “He dodged it.”
“Barely,” Branson muttered.
“Oh, the chicken pasta was another epic failure,” Caleb said.
I gasped. “You said you liked it!”
“We all lied,” Mom said.
Nana Jolie fanned her face. “Don’t mention it. I barely kept that down.”
“You could have told me,” I mumbled, embarrassed.
“You should have tried Caleb’s first cooking attempt,” Nana Jolie said and scoffed.
“It was toxic,” Grandpa Rhys said.
“Dubious food,” Nana Jolie said with a snicker.
“And none of you taught me how to improve it,” Dad shot back. “I had to go to a cooking school.”
“You went to a cooking school?” I asked, shocked since I hadn’t heard that before.
“After we adopted you,” Mom said with a nod. “He wanted to learn to cook so he could make you tasty and healthy meals.”
That was the absolute sweetest thing I had heard! My adoptive father, a king, had taken cooking classes for me.
“That’s so sweet,” I squeaked.
“I think I’d like to take cooking classes,” Jol commented.
We all looked at him.
“Really?” I asked.
He nodded. “You have so much variety in your foods. I’d like to learn and also have my people learn, how to use the items to make meals for their families.”
“That’s a great idea,” Great Aunt Leona said. “We could have a class to teach them about the foods, their uses, and how to make easy meals using the resources you currently have.”
“Can we sign our mates up for that class?” I asked.