Today I decided to kick both men out of the kitchen and took over the cooking.

I spent most of my days cooking in my parent's kitchen and I got used to it so much that if I don't cook for a while I begin to feel guilty like I'm lazy or something which I'm not.

Bruce wasn't exactly okay with it but he later gave in and they both went downstairs to play foosball.

"Miss, can I help you cook?" The house maid walks in and I get surprised

"Why haven't you gone home Penelope? And please call me Aria."

"Actually, Mr decided that I should move in and...