After an awkward, long wait in the rising elevator, they soon made their exit onto the ninth floor.
They walked through the corridors where some students found themselves enjoying the view through the windows.
This gave Lillian the idea to take a look at the view some other time. But right now... she’s still trying to convince Marionette to let her down.
"Come on... we’re almost at your room. Can’t you just let me down now?" she asked, shuffling into Marionette’s arms.
Marionette didn’t seem to pay any mind to Lillian’s complaints as she continued to face forward—not sparing her even a single glance.
Instead, all she did was tighten her hold on her before saying:
"Since we’re so close to my room. Is there any need to let you down now?"
"Well..."
"There isn’t. So I shall be carrying you until we reach the room."
Lillian sighed and finally gave up.
She then began to ponder about what to have for dinner. She was able to cook most things and if she couldn’t she could definitely look online.
She wandered through her head and tried to recall what was in the fridge.
However, she didn’t really need to think so hard for they had already arrived.
After entering, Lillian rejoiced a bit as she was finally let down—no longer being carried around like some baby.
She then wandered into the kitchen and rummaged through the fridge, glancing at each individual item within.
"Hey Marionette! Could you come in here for a second?"
Marionette poked her head into the doorway of the kitchen before walking in.
"Yes?"
She then watched as Lillian pulled herself out of the fridge and asked:
"Would you like steak or chicken for dinner?"
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"... You want... me to choose?" Marionette tilted her head at her with her arms folded. "I suppose... steak will be nice."
"Is that so?" she muttered before asking, "How would you like it cooked?"
Marionette thought for a moment before answering with:
"Medium Rare."
Lillian nodded and pulled out a variety of items from the fridge. Once, doing that and putting on an apron, she noticed that Marionette was still there.
The raven-haired woman stared down at her, leaning against the door of the fridge and asked:
"Would you require any assistance?"
Lillian gave her a shaky, wry smile. She remembered the horrible "pie".
"Nah..." she said, organising the ingredients. She then smiled as she walked over to her.
Marionette watched as Lillian leaned in and patted her cheek before saying:
"How about you go freshen up while I get dinner ready~?"
Marionette seem to freeze at her words before gently grabbing her hand and lowering it.
"... You’re acting like a housewife..." she muttered.
Lillian stared at her before smirking teasingly. And with a tilt of her head, she said:
"I can be yours if you’d like~..."
Lillian’s obvious flirt caught Marionette off guard, albeit difficult to tell due to her unchanging expression.
"..."
Marionette slowly turned around and left the kitchen without commenting on Lillian’s words.
The white-haired girl watched as Marionette silently left before giggling a bit and sighing:
"Would’ve loved a reaction. But I’m sure it affected her a bit."
After saying that, she prepped and began cooking.
***
Lillian whistled a tune as she cooked and spotted someone entering her kitchen.
She turned to the side and stared as Marionette entered the kitchen—attracted by the smell.
She wore a black T-shirt and grey sweatpants. Her pyjamas highlighted her curves a bit, especially her rear.
Her choice of attire had also caused Lillian to stare a bit before looking away once Marionette noticed.
Tsss...
She listened to the satisfying sizzle of the frying pan as she seared a rib-eye steak.
Using the salt and pepper shaker she bought at the Bazaar, she seasoned it while adding rosemary onto it.
After a few minutes, using metal tongs, she flipped it onto its other side.
Tsss...!
At the last minute, she turned down the temp and dropped an inch slice of butter. She then tilted the pan slightly up and began basting it.
She wasn’t a professional at this considering in her past life, she would rarely ever have the effort to do this.
However, she did have to say that the smell that came from this did leave her mouth somewhat watering.
And the slight rumble from her stomach didn’t help with the feeling of wanting to eat it immediately.
Tsss...
Once she finished basting the ribeye, she gently picked it up with the tongs before carefully plating it next to some grilled asparagus.
In her opinion, it looked like quite a luxurious meal.
"Oh? Are you done?" Marionette asked as she leaned her face over Lillian’s right shoulder.
"Yep... could you do me a favour and help me bring that other one to the table?" she pointed towards a separate identical plate of meat and veg.
Marionette nodded, "Silverware as well?"
"If you don’t mind." Lillian smiled.
They made their way over to the table and sat beside each other.
Lillian salivated at the sight of the food she had made and immediately dug into it hungrily.
She pressed her fork into its brown surface, watching as its delectable juices seeped out. She then cut it in half with the help of her fork and spread it out.
She stared at the delicious-looking pink before frowning a bit. It was slightly darker than was considered to be a perfect medium-rare.
She sighed and stared at Marionette, who placed a thin slice into her mouth and chewed.
"So... how is it?" Lillian asked anxiously.
"... The best chefs in my family, are able to make steaks, so tender, it practically melts on your tongue..." she muttered, chewing.
Lillian rolled her eyes and cut into her steak, raising another think slice. "Alright... no need to brag... I’m not a professional anyway..." she pouted, raising it towards her lips before feeling Marionette’s fingers wrap around her wrist.
The black-haired woman then leaned into Lillian’s ear and whispered in a low voice:
"However... I think I like your cooking a lot more compared to theirs..."
Lillian quickly leaned away—a little flustered—and watched as Marionette leaned down to her fork and snagged the slice of steak on it.
She stared—with wide eyes—at the red-eyed thief as she ate her slice and then moved back to eating her own.
"That... was mine..."
"... Too bad."