Cooking seems to despise Rozelyn.

She remembered the time she went for a sleepover at Anaztasia’s house.

She was quite embarrassed to herself because she doesn’t even know how to cook a pancake whereas Anaztasia can proficiently cook even a roasted turkey and chicken cordon bleu.

I’ve already woken up as early as I can to just cook a spanish omelette but my cooking skills seem to not cooperate at all.

She thought annoyingly to herself. 

“Perhaps you can just wait for Romaine to wake up and let her be the one to administer the kitchen, Rosie girl.”

Rozelyn then looks around but sees no one at all.

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