“You know, you should've asked for me to cook for you instead of Trey.” Vil slightly looks at you over his shoulder, a small disapproving and concern look over his usual cook face. He signs, then continuing to stir the boiling soup.

To put it off simply, you're sick and you're not getting any better. Then of course, the vice president of the Heartsybul had noticed and offered to cook for you. Fortunately Vil was passing by and overheard, of course he wasn't about to let the opportunity slip so he took you away from Trey and told the latter that he'll take care of you instead.

So here you were now, seated by the counter and watching Vil cook your preferred healing soup so you can feel better, all the while preparing the other ingredients for a special dish for you to eat.

“Here. Eat carefully, sweet potato.” Vil gently placed the hot, boiling and mouth-watering soup in front of you and followed by a comforting head pat of course. Soon he went back to prepare the ingredients for the special dish, only for you to eat.