We need to travel to the Netherworld for day twenty-three.
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Seraphina pouted as she stared at Killia, who only stared back with a raised eyebrow.
"Well? Aren't you going to eat it?" demanded the pink-haired succubus, her pout becoming more prominent.
She watched as Killia glanced at the meal she prepared for him before looking back at her.
"No."
Her pout became a scowl. "Why not?!"
"You can't cook, Seraphina," replied Killia in a deadpan tone.
She glared at him, almost as if she was trying to make him combust into flames. "I'll have you know that I have been practicing my cooking skills! I even had some of my personal chefs teach me!"
"So you used actual seasoning instead of detergent when you made this?"
"Yes, Killia," hissed Seraphina. "I used actual seasoning."
Seraphina wondered to herself how the hell she fell in love with a man such as Killia. He was so rude! Why couldn't he be nicer to her and be her lover already?!
"What about the other ingredients?" asked Killia, looking back at the succubus. "You know I only eat the rarest ingredients."
"You forget that I am rich, Killia. I can buy the rarest and most expensive ingredients that exist!"
Killia gave her a deadpan look. "So no then?"
"Just eat the damn food!" yelled Seraphina as she glared at the Dragonewt.
With a sigh, Killia took some of the food, put it in his mouth, and gave it a few chews. When he swallowed, he turned back to Seraphina.
"…Not bad."
That got Seraphina to beam in happiness. "I knew you would like it, Killia! And if you want I can cook for you every day!"
"…I suppose you could."
With a fit of giggles, Seraphina made her way to the kitchen with thoughts of becoming Killia's wife filling her head. If she had been paying attention though, she would have noticed a grimacing Killia throwing away the rest of the food she had made.
It seems she still has a ways to go when it comes to cooking.
FIN
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You kinda have to feel sorry for Seraphina, falling in love with someone like Killia of all people.