The Incubus System

Chapter 799: Proper Meal

The Incubus System Chapter 789. Proper Meal

”Yo, Iʼm back!” I hollered as I sauntered into the living room, a bag of goodies in one hand. My pets – Red, Buni, Shadow, and Rave – snapped to attention.

After a little adventure with Elenna, which involved opening portals and introducing her to the quirks of the dark dimension, I was finally back home. Iʼd shifted back into my human form. Elenna had been a bundle of excitement throughout, and weʼd made plans for a future stroll through the demon realm.

The scent of something delicious wafted through the air, leading me to the kitchen where Celia stood, apron-clad and looking just a touch annoyed. She had that whole mom vibe going on, complete with the disapproving raised eyebrow.

”Hey there, chef extraordinaire,” I greeted her, my lips quirking into a teasing smile.

Celia let out an exasperated sigh, her hands on her hips.

”Donʼt ʼchef extraordinaireʼ me, mister. Youʼre lucky I didnʼt eat everything myself,” she retorted. ”What took you so long?” Celia quipped. She had that look – the kind of look a mom would give her kid coming home way past curfew.

I let out a chuckle, dropping onto the couch with a dramatic sigh.

”Well, I got caught up in a few things,” I admitted, reaching into the bag. ”And, you know, the store was kinda far.”

Celia rolled her eyes. ”Excuses, excuses,” she retorted, playfully wagging her finger at me.

I smirked and pulled out the snacks – drinks, cookies, and some caramel puddings. ”But hey, I come bearing peace offerings,” I declared, waving the goodies triumphantly.

Red was already by my side, wagging his tail in excitement. Foxy had no qualms about showing her eagerness. Buni perked up in interest.

Shadow lazily stretched on his chosen perch. And Rave observed from his usual vantage point.

Celia gave a feigned huff, but the hint of a smile tugged at her lips. ”Fine, fine. Youʼre off the hook this time,” she conceded, crossing her arms in mock defeat.

I raised an eyebrow in mock innocence. ”Thanks. Youʼre the best.”

Celiaʼs eyes softened. ”Youʼre lucky youʼre cute, otherwise youʼd be in trouble,” she remarked, reaching out to take the bag from me.

I chuckled softly, well aware that I was on the receiving end of the classic sibling skepticism. ”Donʼt worry, I wonʼt make it a habit,” I assured her.

”Dinnertime, folks!” Tiffany chimed in, her voice cheerful. With practiced grace, she dished out the steaming spaghetti onto plates, the tantalizing aroma filling the air.

As I approached my plate, my culinary preferences kicked in. ”Hey, Tiff, can you hook me up with some extra sauce?” I requested, flashing her a charming grin.

Celia didnʼt miss a beat. ”Nuh-uh. The sauce-to-pasta ratio has to be on point,” she asserted, her tone firm but playful.

I arched an eyebrow, feigning innocence. ”Oh, come on. A little extra sauce wonʼt hurt anyone. Itʼs all about that flavor explosion.”

Celia rolled her eyes with a smirk. ”Sure, and next youʼll tell me you want a side of sauce to dip your sauce in.”

I chuckled, enjoying the back-and-forth. ”Now that you mention it...”

Tiffany, meanwhile, was busy assembling her own plate, a knowing smile playing on her lips. It was evident that this family dinner was a cherished moment for her, a sense of normalcy that she had missed. ṝἈƝÖＢЕ𝒮

”Hey, plates are ready,” Tiffany announced, her voice brimming with a happiness that was infectious.

She set down the plates, her movements efficient yet filled with a newfound lightness.

I took my plate and glanced at Celia, mischief dancing in my eyes. ”Just a tad more sauce, please? For the culture.”

Celia sighed in mock exasperation, but there was affection there. ”Oh, fine. But only because itʼs you.”

Grinning like a Cheshire cat, I took the sauce and poured it generously over my pasta, much to Celiaʼs chagrin. ”See, balance restored,” I declared triumphantly.

Celia let out an indignant huff and reached for my spoon, determined to rectify my ”culinary crime.” But I was too quick, lifting my plate out of her reach with a mischievous grin.

In classic sibling fashion, I even threw in a playful tongue-sticking gesture just to push her buttons a little more.

”Snail,” I laughed, thoroughly enjoying her reaction.

”Hey, snails are pretty cool creatures,” she retorted.

”Annoying creatures, you mean,” I shot back, my tone laced with a mock teasing tone.

Amid our lighthearted bickering, Tiffanyʼs laughter bubbled forth.

”Alright, you two,” Tiffany interjected, her tone laced with amusement. ”Enough sauce wars for one night. Letʼs eat before it gets cold.”

Grins were exchanged between us, and we both directed our attention toward Tiffany, who was clearly the star of our spontaneous family dinner. ”Sounds like a plan. Foodʼs calling our names,” I chimed in with a grin.

Tiffany led the way to the dining table, and we settled into our seats. The scent of the food filled the air, making my stomach growl in eager agreement.

Without further ado, we dug in. Forks clinked against plates. The taste of the food was as comforting as it was delicious.

Celiaʼs fork moved. ”Tiff, youʼve really outdone yourself,” she complimented between mouthfuls.

Tiffany beamed at the praise, her eyes sparkling with happiness. ” I rarely cook for other people. Iʼm glad you like it. Itʼs been a while since Iʼve had a proper meal together.”

I couldnʼt agree more. Each bite felt like a step back in time.

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