Third Person's POV
After putting his things down, Garfield quietly went into the kitchen.
Caldwell released Toasty from the pet carrier, and Toasty wandered around the living room as if patrolling its territory.
Dash had already sprawled across the sofa, basking in the winter sunlight streaming through the window. The peaceful scene filled the living room with a rare sense of warmth and tranquility.
"Garfield, let me help you," Caldwell said as he entered the kitchen, his sleeves already rolled up. He moved to Garfield's side, ready to help.
"No, no, you're a guest. I couldn't possibly ask you to help." Garfield waved him away.
Caldwell smiled, "Then please don't treat me as a guest."
Garfield paused in the middle of preparing the meal. He looked up at Caldwell. There was more to th
