"Comrade rival-in-love," Flossie Wright stepped forward, facing her with a palm on her shoulder, and spoke gently, "Can a single fish buy your loyalty?"
"Uh."
Devina Millet was immediately speechless.
So much for not being rivals, huh?!
Her heart full of doubt and hostility didn't lessen, but Devina Millet wasn't someone who couldn't adapt. She paused, adjusted her emotions, "This is a mission, let's not mix personal matters."
Flossie tilted her head, leaning close to her cheek, and asked with a hooked smile, "Can you separate the two?"
"I'll try my best."
Comrade Devina behaved with utmost sincerity.
But in her heart, she was making a wager.
She bet that before Flossie Wright, sincerity might be more pleasing to her than lies.
Removing her hand, Flossie Wright slipped it into her pocket and then asked with a casual air, "How are your cooking skills?"
"Proficient."
Devina Millet answered resolutely.
"Sure?"
