'Wow, Axel Knight sure knows how to make an impression,' Evelyn started talking to her mind. 'The man takes a cold shower and comes out looking like a walking temptation.'
He offered, "Need my help?"
"No, thanks. I'm done..."
Then,
Oliver came in a moment later. He was already dressed in his home clothes, running to his father to hug him, before taking his seat.
"Mommy, is it ready? Wow... This looks delicious, Mom..." His little nose wiggled as he inhaled the buttery air.
"Yes, mister impatient," Evelyn teased, setting down his plate of scrambled eggs and hash browns. "Careful, sweetheart, don't do it too fast... It's hot."
Oliver clapped his hands with a cheerful gesture, then eagerly dove in, his fork working enthusiastically to enjoy the meal.
The moment the first bite of hash browns touched his tongue, his eyes widened, and his cheeks filled up like a chipmunk.
He chewed dramatically before announcing, "Mmm... Mommy, you're the best cook in the world."
