Cassian, after casting a glance around the room from behind the door Lilith had locked, dropped himself onto the soft, L-shaped sofa in the middle of the living room.
His back hadn't fully touched the cushion when a thin but strong hand grabbed his wrist and forcefully pulled him up from where he sat.
"What are you doing again?" grumbled Cassian, trying to find his balance.
Lilith, hands on her hips, frowning, was looking at him with the air of a typical housewife.
"Help me in the kitchen, honey," she said in a tone that accepted no objections. "You're not going to let me cook dinner alone, are you?"
Cassian rolled his eyes. This game was getting more absurd by the minute.
"Why do we even need to eat dinner?" he asked, spreading his hands to both sides. "Isn't this place an artificial world you created anyway? Even our sense of hunger isn't real. Besides..."
He narrowed his eyes and pointed around.
