Chapter Sixty One: "My Culinary Skills"

"Uh...you asked us to feel at home, right?" Ethan asked with a puzzled look.

"Yes, I asked you to feel at home," Patrick said, sizing up this Ethan kid once more.

"So does using your old clothes as rags count as feeling at home?" Ethan asked.

Patrick's face darkened, "No one uses treasures for rags."

"But your clothes don't look like treasures," Ethan muttered inaudibly.

"Ruff," Chase rubbed his body at Cassio's right calf as he turned to stare at the three large tilapia fish hanging by the fireplace.

Cassio turned to look and then narrowed his blue eyes. I think I need to cook but I don't know why. Well, recipes are coming into my head and I might have another migraine if I don't try to cook.

"I have to go out fishing," Patrick said. "I would have stayed to cook but time's running out."

Of course that was true. After rescuing the noble kids he had spent much time taking them home, preparing medicine for them and watching them get bandaged. It was so time consuming and