Sophia: Zoey, did that bring you enough entertainment? Zoey began chuckling up a storm. Zoey: Perhaps. When did you figure it out? Sophia: When my Azul turned around. Then I put everything together and gave you what you wanted. Zoey gave her applause. Zoey: So you were staring at him. Sophia: Tal vez. Only for a moment. Zoey: Creo que hay algo de verdad.

Sophia: What was the truth? You're bright; figure it out. Zoey: Don't give me that; come on, speak your truth. Sora, help me out here. Can you tell if Sophia is lying? Sora: Certainly. Zoey: Think back on what she said; what do you think is the truth? Justin: The truth belongs to those who seek it. Valdis: Big bro, can it for a second; I want to hear this. Sora: I think there are three truths. Sophia: Oh, please do tell! Sophia spoke with a stereotypical English accent, clasped her hands next to her chin, and blinked her eyes rapidly while giving off this sarcastic contempt look. Sora: My captivating exemplary looks, her mistreating me, and the other one I'll keep for myself. Zoey: Come on, tell the class.

It's way too wild to say. And plus, I don't even know if I'm one hundred percent sure it's the truth. Everything was out of pocket.

Sora: I'll keep it to myself for now. Justin: What a letdown. Peyton, are those fucking waffles done?! A nigga is starving! Peyton: Please calm down. They're almost ready. Justin: Oh, trust me, I'm calm! If those waffles are ass, I'm about to let out the nigga and the demon! Peyton: Just give me four minutes. Valdis: Fuck this waiting shit. Valdis got and went to the kitchen counter and sat next to Sophia with hash browns, Canadian bacon, and three strawberry Crepes laced with chocolate syrup on his plate. Justin: I thought you were going to wait? Valdis: My food demands to be eaten right now. Lord chef, thank you for the food. Sora: No problem.

Valdis digs in without giving it a second thought. Valdis: This food is fantastic! What is the thing with the strawberries and the chocolate syrup called? It tastes somewhat of a pancake. Sora: It's called a crepe. It's just thinner and less sugary than a typical pancake. Valdis: The more you know. But do you have any extra bacon? I snapped my fingers and a black-colored plate filled with smoked bacon and put it in front of Valdis. Valdis: Thanks, Lord chef. Sophia: I want more.

Sora: You're gluttony has no end. I summoned my grimoire in my hands, took her plate, and dropped it inside the grimoire, and I reached down and brought back up a large plate containing a three-foot-sized cinnamon roll and a knife and fork. And placed it right in front of Sophia. Her eyes lit up with excitement, her mouth began watering. Sora: Is that enough for you? Sophia: Enough will never be enough. But this is progress. Are my extra snacks ready? Sora: Yes. Sophia: What about the back-up extra snacks? Sora: Everything is prepared for today, madame Accordia. Sophia: You're enjoying this too much. She gave out a cunning grin. De'Niro: Wait a minute, ya'll! Sophia, what is Sora to you?

Sora: Oh, this should be interesting. I began floating five feet off the ground and crossed my legs. Sophia: What is Sora to me? I'll answer it, but why do you ask? She started twirling her long blonde hair and pondered the question for a few seconds. De'Niro: My intentions are purely for curiosity's sake. Sophia: Umm, Sora is many things to me. Do you want a general answer or what? De'Niro: I want to know what he truly is to you. Sophia uses her fork to take a bite out of the massive cinnamon roll. She glances up for an answer while she consumes the roll. Sophia: He's...umm...he's my... Justin: Spit it out already! Sophia: My fiancé! Also, my favorite person.

Sora: Am I just that? Wow, I'm kinda hurt. I thought I was a lot more to you than that. Sophia: I knew you were going to say that. He put me on the spot, querida. Sophia took another bite of the cinnamon roll, came to me, and slowly caressed my left hand. Sora: So what am I to you? Sophia: You're many things to me, and it's difficult for me to put in words. Sora: I'm not buying that excuse. I removed her hand off me and started floating near the ceiling. Sophia ascended up to me with this conceded expression on her. She'd cross her legs and grab both of my hands.

Sophia: Eres mi todo. There's no other way to say it. Mi amor, por favor comprende. I'm not great with words like you when it comes to us. You know how I am. I'm trying, so please understand. Mi mundo se desmorona sin ti. Please say something, Cielo. Sora: Por qué? Sophia: Don't be like that? Sora: All I want is your affection. And both of us know I'm more than you're fiancé. Sophia: I'm trying my best. I can't say something poetic like you!

Deshon: Hey, love birds! To keep it fair. Vesta, what is Sophia to you? Sora: It's still weird to call me by my middle name! Deshon: You got nothing to say to her, Vesta?! Sora: I'll keep this simple, mi vida. Sofia, you're my love. Being by your side makes everything great. You keep me balanced. And I relish some of the simple things you do. Like when I make your favorite foods, you get so excited. Or when you get a song stuck in your head and hum it for days on end.

Peyton: How is it, Justin? Justin consumes a small portion of the light golden waffle. His calm demeanor altered to a displeased countenance. He put his plate down. Justin: Napkin. Peyton went to the kitchen and fetched Justin a napkin. Justin wipes the side of his mouth and burns away the napkin. Justin grabbed his plate and consumed another bite of the waffle. All eyes were on Justin; Peyton began fidgetting with her hands. Zoey is covering her mouth. Justin let out a disappointed sigh and shook his head. Justin used wind magic to float his fork and butter knife to the sink. Justin: Peyton.

Peyton: Yes? How was it? Did you like it? She spoke nervously and slowly came closer to Justin. Justin: Does this answer your question? Justin got up and looked at her with anger and bitterness. Justin threw his plate at Peyton, but she narrowly avoided it by ducking her head down. Before the plate crashed on the floor, I used wind magic on it to keep it floating until it reached next to the sink. Justin: That shit was barely decent! And decent equals two packs of ass! Peyton: Calm down, please! Justin: Oh nah nigga! You brought out the nigga! I tried to warn your short, monkey ass! The nigga is out! You fucked up! All you had to was let this nigga Sora cook! But nah, you want to hate on this man because you thought he killed your mans! I'm sick of your fucking beef. We upperclassmen have to suffer because you got an agenda against Sora!

Justin grabbed De'Niro's and Deshon's plate and launched it at Peyton. Peyton simply sidesteps it, and I used wind magic on the plates and put them next to the sink. Peyton: Justin, please, I'm sorry! I'll do better next time! I promise! Just simmer down a little bit. Justin: Do you want the demon or the nigga?! Pick a damn struggle! Zoey: Why not both? She laughs. Justin: Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner! Peyton, I'm tired of your sexist ass! You don't think a man can cook! Peyton: I never said that! Justin: Oh, nah hoe! You don't need to say shit! Your actions speaks for itself! When it comes to cooking, I want you to be a fucking trophy wife; just smile and nod your head! Valdis: Lord chef is our official chef for a reason. Peyton: I was short on time. But I promise you I will make it up with lunch. Justin: No, just let Sora cook, bruh! You're doing this to yourself! Who taught you how to cook?! Peyton: My folks. Justin: Sora, who taught you how to cook? You, sir, are a literal god of cooking if you're self-taught.

Sora: No, I was taught by several world chefs at eight and am still in training. You might've heard some of them. Rodrigo Ortega, Joffery López, Jermaine Slaughter. Justin: Hold up a second! Come down here! I lifted Sophia's hands, kissed them, and floated down to the red couch. Sora: Is there a problem? Justin: Did you say you're still in training? Sora: I haven't perfected my craft. And I have no specialty as a chef. I can do about anything. But I fail in some regard by not being creative enough. Sadly, you're wrong if you think I'm a master chef. Valdis: You're not giving yourself enough credit, bro. Justin grabs me by the collar, and I let him pull me up. Justin: How much training you got left nigga!? Sora: Probably like a decade. Justin: Get to training! I will need you to complete your training by the end of the regular season! You got that home slice!? Comprende hombre!? And I don't speak Taco Bell!

Justin let me go, and I sat back down. Sora: Cooking is an art. I can't improve my craft in that short amount of time. It takes multiple years of practice until one masters their craft. You want the impossible, and I can't accomplish that. The only thing that I can do right now is make dishes that people can enjoy. Justin: No excuses! Make it happen! Sora: So demanding. Justin: I expect nothing but great things from you. Anything less is a failure.

Someone began knocking on the door. Peyton opened the door.