link Elyan arranges the spoons and forks on the table, steps back to take a quick look and feels satisfied; he moves over to the cupboard and removes four plates. He closes the cupboard and walks back to the table, setting each plate down in between the arranged cutlery. He wipes his hand on his कमीज, शर्ट and pouts. Something definitely smells good from the रसोई, रसोईघर and he doesn’t need to be a rocket scientist to know who’s causing it. Elyan walks towards the kitchen. Percival is too busy with his chicken broth to notice Elyan watching from behind.
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