“Babe, I think the food is burning!" Derek shouted as he stood in front of the cooker, filling his nostrils with the aroma of his girlfriend's savory dish. He felt as though he could already taste the delectable meal without having to take a spoon of it.
“Take it down!" Lina turned away from the phone and instructed.
“Where did you keep the mittens?”
“Oh my good God," she sighed, blowing air out of her mouth.
"Page baby, we will talk later okay? I have to finalize my cooking and serve Derek, he hasn't had lunch or dinner,” she said to Page reluctantly, sad that she had to put their interesting conversation on hold.
“Can he not help himself to it?" Page grumbled.
“You know he can't. To take down the pot of food from the cooker is a problem for him, talk more of actually serving himself,” she fielded then chuckled lightly.
“Ok then, we would take later babe," Page said and proceeded to end the call.
Rowan was already seated on the couch opposite the one on which Page was seated. Her l
