FIRST MEAL. CATCHING UP WITH FRIENDS

We are perched around our dining table having desserts after a luscious meal that consisted of vegetable rice, chapatis, scorched chicken, and curry stew. I had quite an arduous time preparing all that in under three hours, but I am glad I made it with the great aid of my co-chef, Andy. He roasted the chicken; the only part where he required my assistance was the ingredients to use in the marinade. The rest of the roasting was done without my help.

I am also delightfully ecstatic that what occurred in the morning did not get in the way of our interactions. Until now, we have been acting naturally civil.

The banquet was mouthwatering, evidently because everybody can't stop complementing it until now, and my friend, Rita, well, she can't stop telling them how good my cooking has been since I was little, and I am starting to feel uncomfortable. She has even confessed to stealing my lunchbox at school once, which I can't believe she did.

"Well, that's enough, guys! You are making me unc