Chapter 27

Kourtney's eyes sparkled. "Then once I get paid, I'll pitch in for household expenses, too!" Right after she said that, she seemed a bit embarrassed. "Wait, I forgot—this is your home, not mine." "You're renting a room here, and you've put so much effort into decorating. Of course, it's your home, too." I cut her off before she could say more. The smile on Kourtney's face visibly brightened. "Most of the things I got for your room didn't cost much," she said as she busied herself in the kitchen. "But I did splurge a bit on the bedding—I wanted something nice." As she moved around the kitchen, cooking dinner, she proudly reported her "results". Her movements were swift and graceful. The ingredients I could not even name were transformed into colourful, fragrant dishes under her touch. "Mm." I gave a half-hearted response while watching her work, as if she were performing magic over the stove. She had a knack for portion sizes. Every day, she made four dishes and one soup—n