Chapter 41

• I silently watch Ender as he works on the countertop of the kitchen. He is skillfully deveining the shrimp with a toothpick. I've seen our chefs do the same thing whenever I walk into them making seafood pasta, my favorite and I did request Ender to cook it for me. It could be tricky, but since he said I can name any dishes that I want. I requested my favorite dish, which is that.
• "I wonder what is it that you find mouth-watering, Ibixa. Your pasta or me," Ender commented with his eyes still focused on the shrimp. I subtly close my mouth and straighten my back. I even removed my elbow on top of the table and forced myself to look somewhere else, even when I found it hard to take my eyes off him.
• "Do you cook for Astrid and Kio as well? What's their favorite? Are you close to them? Will I be meeting them soon? They know about me, right?" I asked, bombing Ender with a lot of questions that interrupted him from his cooking. He opened the cupboard and took out a bottle of olive oil, and then he glanced in my direction.