After the jokes and banter had died down and every bite of that amazing breakfast was gone, I leaned back in my seat with a satisfied sigh.
That was really good.
Warmth settled in my chest—not just from the food, but from the whole experience. It felt… homey.
Since she went through all the trouble of cooking, the least I could do was take care of the cleanup.
"You should take it easy," I said, standing up and stacking the plates. "I'll handle the dishes."
Leona shook her head before I could grab more. "No need. I've got it."
"Come on, that's not fair. You cooked. Let me help at least a little."
She gave a small shrug, waving me off. "Friends don't keep score like that. Just relax."
I opened my mouth to argue again, but she added, a bit too casually, "Besides, if you really want to make it up to me… you can help decide what we're doing today."
I blinked.
"…Doing?"
