I returned to the sitting room after breakfast and sat on the couch, staring at the ceiling.

"How was the meal?" Arthur asked, his brow furrowed.

Arthur is aware that his meal is spectacular, so he asks her with confidence, knowing that she will undoubtedly say that she enjoys her meal.

"The meal was tasty but not overly so." I responded by rolling my eyes.

"What! Don't tell me you didn't like the breakfast I made for you. As I previously stated, I am an excellent chef, which is why I created that delectable recipe for you." Arthur couldn't help but praise himself.

"Don't be too proud of yourself, okay....