After Noah went down to take out the trash, Sebastian began to prepare pancakes, kneading the dough and getting the oil ready.
For someone who had lived more than 200 years, of course, it was only natural that he would know how to cook. And since he had been around the world in different centuries, he had learned how to make a lot of cuisines out of his own interest.
So, he was like a professional chef or something more.
He was just about to put the second batch of pancakes in the pan when Michael, who had woken up from the delicious aroma that woke him up and got his mouth-watering, entered the kitchen and saw a stranger in his kitchen.
"Ahhh," he yelled and immediately picked up his slipper, pointing it at him in defense. "Who are you?"
Sebastian turned his head around.
"You're awake." He said. "Can you hold on a bit? I'm almost done." He turned back to what he was doing. "You must be hungry at this point since you haven't eaten anything tangible."
