Chapter 9

Theós POV:

"Your kneading the dough too soft Aries." I pointed out, eyes narrowing directly at the kneading fingers. "You need to be a little firmer or it won't turn out right."

"Will do-TIMOTHY!" With one hand still kneading the dough, thankfully kneading it a little firmer, he used the other one to point at the idiot behind me. I turned around, eyes still narrowed as I try to catch what he did. "Stop trying to eat the barbeque chicken!"

"I was just tasting it!" He defended, "I don't want the Luna eating nasty food! You should be grateful!"

"That was your third spoonful!"

"I wanted to be sure!" He argued, still trying to convince us that he wasn't being greedy. At the unimpressed look he was receiving from us, he pouted and lowly mumbled out and apology. "I'm sorry okay. I'm just hungry. And the food looks and smells so good."

"What a surprise." Rolling my eyes, I shuffled back over to the larger steaming pot. "You're always hungry."

He sighed, beginning his stirring