Kitchen

Ayla POV

I know that, given the size of the kitchen, it will take Klaus all afternoon to finish the job, especially as he's not used to this kind of work, and I can hear the rumbling of his stomach from time to time.

After a few hours, I ask them to bring my lunch, along with Skyler's and Sebastian's, and as soon as the trolley arrives, Klaus stops working, and I see him shudder, putting his hand to his stomach.

The smell of hot, well-prepared food overwhelms the whole place. Skyler pushes the trolley over to one of the benches that Klaus had already cleared, and serves us our plates, nothing very sophisticated, but very appetizing, a plate of rice, with black beans, a nice piece of meat cut to the right point.

Lunch was slow, after all, Skyler and Sebastian were beginning to understand my actions better, but we didn't make any unnecessary mess. As soon as we'd finished, I looked at Klaus, who was on his back, cleaning out another set of cupboards.

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