"Alright, I'm serious now, who cooked?"

Lexie groaned, eyes travelling over to Maxwell. "How many times must I tell you that I did? I chopped the onions, the tomatoes, the sweet peppers, I passed him the macaroni and not only that I passed him the season and the rice too, the only thing he did was put it on the damn fire."

"Yes, but Lexi—"

"Shut up Zheme."

Zheme pursed his lips in acquiescence to her harsh words and only then did Lexie turn back to face Maxwell with a sweet smile. "Anymore questions sir?"

Maxwell shook his head while moistening his lips. "No, but I do have something to...