Leaving behind a beaming Aqua, Ace made his way toward the Spirit Kitchen, a place he rarely visited.
Well… there were other buildings he had neglected for even longer.
Take the Spirit Herb Shop, for instance—if that was even its name. It had been so long since he last checked on it that he barely remembered what it was called.
As soon as he stepped inside the kitchen, a rich, savory aroma filled the air, wrapping around him like a warm embrace.
The unmistakable scent of cooked pork.
A man in a white apron turned around, grinning. "Welcome-o, Master!"
It was Shane, the sole cook of the Spirit Kitchen—a spirit who had dedicated his entire existence to the art of cooking.
His sleeves were rolled up, his hands dusted with spices, and the lingering scent of roasted meat clung to his clothes. He looked every bit like a man in his element.
Ace crossed his arms. "Still cooking?"
