Leila's POV

　　"Need a hand with that?" Mia's voice chimed in from behind, breaking the silence in the kitchen.

　　My head jerked back and I spun around. Mia appeared at the door with her radiant smile, a smile that was starting to grow annoyingly common. "I'm fine, Mia," I replied, turning my attention back to the vegetables I was chopping.

　　Nonsense, Mia said as she walked into the kitchen and picked up a knife off the counter. "Let me help. We used to do ...