Instead of defending himself that he could cook.
Syris just showed her. And that was when everyone had arrived and was cooked up in the living room.
What was usually a spacious, cozy living area for a family of nine (counting the triplets and Drax) had been transformed into the most densely packed power center in the Beast World.
Thanks to Roxy.
Wolves were sitting on the floor. Tigers were leaning against the walls in silk robes. Dragons were taking up massive amounts of space near the fireplace.
And in the center of it all was a table groaning under the weight of a buffet.
Roxy stared at the spread, her mouth slightly open.
She had expected Syris to make... light food due to the time he used to cook the food. Maybe some boiled eggs, some oats, perhaps a simple stew. She assumed his cooking would be bland and something she wouldn't be able to stomach.
Because she never taught him how to cook, but she was wrong.
