Naomi didn't even hesitate when we got back. She kicked her shoes off like she owned the place and followed Celestia into the kitchen. I trailed behind, wondering why I suddenly felt like an intruder in my own home.
Celestia set the grocery bags on the counter, humming under her breath like this was her apartment and not mine. She pulled her hair up into a messy bun, tossed her jacket onto a chair, and got to work like she'd lived here for years.
Naomi leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching with a smile. "You cook?"
Celestia glanced back, lips curling. "Mm-hm. Don't look so shocked. I'm domestic when I feel like it."
Naomi laughed. "That's already more effort than my brother here. The last time I saw him in a kitchen, he burned instant noodles."
I frowned. "That was years ago—"
"Last year," Naomi corrected without looking at me.
Celestia smirked and glanced at me from over her shoulder. "Burning noodles? Babe… that's actually impressive in the worst possible way."
