She pointed at her chest and tilted her head to the side. Was Callan asking if she had a dead sibling? She looked at him again and was about to talk when he expatiated to her level of comprehension.

"Can you cook?"

"Oh," Orla heaved a sigh. Different thoughts had muddied up her mind and she wondered how she was going to tell Callan the whole thing. "What do you think, Callan?" Smiling has become so easy these few days whenever they talk.

"I would say no if you asked me. Or wait," he ...