Sebastian made the pancakes and Noah ended up feeding Michael. He didn't feel like having cake yet so he decided to have it after the pancakes.
"The pancakes are so good." Michael said as he munched on it. They were soft and chewy but above all, sweet. "Are you a professional chef?"
"No, I'm not." Sebastian answered plainly but Michael didn't seem to believe it and turned to Noah.
"Noah, is this why you're so terrible at cooking?" Michael asked, and Sebastian stifled a laugh, causing them to turn towards him, but his expression was completely cold and stern.
Then, where did they hear the laugh from?
"Ahem," Noah cleared his throat. "Sebastian hasn't always been with me so he's not the reason I'm bad at cooking."
"You're not just bad, you're terrible, Noah. Be honest. Who takes three months to learn how to fry eggs?" Michael bluntly said and it felt a blow to Noah's pride.
