Anthony and Mitchelle moved calmly and gracefully through the kitchen as they prepared a grand feast together. Their movements were fluid and practiced, as though they had done this countless times before, yet this time carried an unmistakable warmth.
From her space ring, Mitchelle brought out various meats, vegetables, fruits, spices, and other ingredients, neatly arranged and perfectly preserved. Anthony couldn't help but glance at his mother strangely, wondering who in their right mind walked around with food items tucked away inside a spatial ring meant for storing weapons, artifacts, and treasures of immense value.
