The time was nearly for dinner. Seira silently excused herself from the loud human children group in the living room, getting up from the couch and went to the kitchen. She swiftly put on the apron, rolled her sleeves slightly to avoid getting stained while she cook.

She prepared every ingredients needed, the cutting board and knife was ready, and the kitchen counter was clean. She began with washing and cutting the vegetables whilst sensed someone entered the kitchen. She briefly glanced finding you who approached her and said nothing without missing a beat on cutting an onion.