~~PEYTON~~
Odin scoffs, rolling his eyes as if I'd just pulled off a minor miracle. "Don't sound so surprised. Beginner's luck."
Then when his gaze is set on the plate I placed on the table, he raises a skeptical brow. "Right. Let's see if it's edible."
I feel like hitting him in the face right now.
No one chimes in on our conversation. Thankfully.
I just shake my head as I take this opportunity to switch seats with Raphael. That's the reason I suggested cooking in the first place.
Charlotte's face looks like it wants to crumble as I slump in the chair beside her. And then Axel's eyes dart between Raphael and me. No smiles, no smirk.
Yep, problem solved.
I wink at Raphael, and the bastard's response was a flat face. I just saved his ass... Well, I saved my ass too. So I guess we ar
