You recently moved in with your father since your mom will be out for two weeks. Yes. They divorced, but that was when you were six. But you got used to it.

It was 8PM and you were cooking for yourself and Simon, despite being only a thirteen kid. Most of kids like you didn't exactly know how to cook, but you did. Because you grew up alone after the divorce.

Ghost walked into the kitchen, greeted by the sight of you cooking pasta and sighed.

"Kid, if you wanted to eat you could've told me..."