Chapter 27

I could get used to the life of doing the absolute bare minimum and being able to get away with it. I slept early and woke up late with breakfast already prepared for me, and I had the bed all to myself. 

"I'm going to eat a piece of everything you cook," I said to Quentin finally, speaking for the first time since I told him "good morning" when I had just woken up and walked into the kitchen, finding him slaving over the stove yet again. "You're working way too hard and it's rude of me to only eat one thing and let all of the food go to waste," I elaborated as I reached for the toast and grabbed two slices of it before biting into a single slice.