Miriam could only stare blankly at Timothy for a moment as he munched on his sandwich, before silently looking away.
Whatever was going through her mind, Timothy couldn't guess and frankly, he didn't see any fault in what he'd said.
So he let the silence linger.
Time passed, and she eventually joined him in the kitchen, making a sandwich for herself.
"What's with this excessive amount of bread?" Miriam asked, raising a brow.
"Why don't you ever cook properly?"
"First, I love bread. It's a universal food portable, multipurpose, and fits the diet of both the rich and the poor," Timothy replied, deliberately highlighting the class difference, with himself clearly leaning toward the latter.
"Second, I do cook," he continued.
"But not when I'm raiding. It's unpredictable. So I keep things clean and minimal around the house, just in case I don't make it back when I expect to."
