Arios stood by the small kitchen counter, sleeves rolled up past his elbows. The dorm's kitchenette wasn't exactly large—barely enough space for two people to move comfortably. But today, there were four.
Lucy was already leaning forward, peering into the open fridge like it contained a mystery she needed to solve. "You said you bought eggs yesterday," she said, her voice half-accusatory.
"I did," Arios replied. "Top shelf. Behind the milk."
Lucy pulled out the carton and frowned. "You didn't even open it."
"That's why they're still good," Arios said flatly.
Liza was seated on one of the stools by the counter, kicking her legs slowly, a wooden spoon hanging lazily from her lips. "You two argue like you're married," she muttered.
Lucy turned her head, glaring. "I'm just making sure he doesn't poison us."
"I'm not the one who burned instant noodles last week," Arios replied.
"That was because your pan was cursed," Lucy shot back, waving a finger at him.
