Demetri POV
"Did Cora visit this morning? I thought she was at work." Oddball called out as he sat eating his breakfast.
"Cora's at work, what's up?" I asked, as I sat down, about to dig into my food.
"These eggs are Cora's creation, if not her, then who?" Before I could say a word, Scones beat me to it.
"Like father, like daughter, who do you think would have made them? Even when I follow Cora's recipe, I still don't get the eggs even close to hers or Demetri's." Scones sat at the table with a huff.
"Demetri, you helped in the kitchen?" One of the club members asked.
"He did, but only the eggs. I kicked him out before he could show me up on anything else." Scones groaned out as she took a mouthful of eggs. What's with these people? Can't they make scrambled eggs, the easiest thing
