Never end?

DON'S POV

Accalia sighed, pushing her hair back in frustration. "I don't think we're cut out for this cooking thing."

I chuckled, wiping a smudge of purple sauce from my cheek. "Yeah, I think you might be right."

Just then, we heard a knock at the door. Accalia's face lit up. "That must be Kito! He can rescue us from this our cooking disaster."

As Kito entered, he took one look at our masterpiece and burst into laughter. "What on earth have you two been up to?"

Accalia grinned sheepishly. "We tried to make breakfast."

Kito chuckled, shaking his head. “Foreigners.”

He walked around the counter towards us, plopping himself down onto one of the stools opposite to us. His blue eyes scanned over the mixture that still lay strewn across the table like an oversized pancake, some of which stuck to the plates.

"Who taught you to cook?" he chuckled.

"Well we did try, but failed miserably, obviously."

Kito shook his head, laughing harder this time. "You poor things!"

We chuckled along, the laug