Caitlyn and Evans entered the house. The two of them did not say anything, just silently to each other. Meanwhile, Caitlyn was blushing to herself.
"Are you tired?" Evans asked.
"Why, Sir?"
"I'm hungry .... " Evans hesitated, "but it was past dinner time."
"Oh my, Sir. You haven't eaten dinner yet? It's already past dinner time!" Caitlyn panicked and felt guilty.
"Don't say anything to Dylan, or he'll grumble. Can I ask you a favor?"
"Sure. What can I do for you?" Caitlyn was happy to help Evans.
Evans then whispered something in Caitlyn's ear. Caitlyn was astonished by what Evans had cooked.
"Are you serious, Sir? That's not healthy food, especially for this time of night."
"Only for this time. But I don't want to insist if you don't want to..."
Caitlyn thought for a moment. She
