"So how is it, Sir? Is it good?"
"Well... it tastes great. You're a good cook," Clarke replied with a smile.
Mystica's cheeks reddened upon hearing that praise. She was still a regular woman despite her status as Supervillain, so she would also feel shy when a man she liked actually gave her a compliment.
"T—Then, I'll cook some more soon," Mystica said. She turned around and walked away happily.
"Ah, you don't need to—"
SLAM.
"—cook more…"
Clarke sighed. He picked a bottle of water on the coffee table and drank the entire bottle without pause. He wanted to say that the macaron tasted like shit, but he didn't want to hurt Gaia's feelings.
"Ah, I guess I got too used to eating my wife's cooking. It seriously tastes like shit, bleh!" Clarke complained. He also realized how he had been suffering for a while by eating so much trashy food compared to what his wife usually cooked daily.
