Freja's POV
Freya gave me a dubious glance as I placed the last plate on the table and took a step back to examine the setup. Her brows were slightly raised, and her lips curved into a playful smile.
"Ok, Freya, spill it. What's up with this look?" I asked with my arms folded.
She cocked her head, her smile broadening into something that disturbed me. "I'm just... shocked, you know?"
"Shocked about what, exactly?"
"It's just that you're not the 'help-out-in-the-kitchen' sort.""You're more of the 'action and chaos' type," she joked, her voice full of laughter.
I rolled my eyes, breathing sharply. "I just decided to help today." Can't a girl shake things up once in a while? Now stop staring at me like that—it's weird."
Freya shrugged lightly, but her smile remained constant. "Alright, but I have to say, this is very... unlike you."
"Enough already," I snapped. But her expression sparked curiosity in me. "Wait—why are you smiling like that? What are you hiding, Freya?"
Her face faltered f
