"Before I am your daughter, your sister, your aunt, niece, or cousin, I am my own person, and I will not set fire to myself to keep you warm."(с)
“If you knew how to cook, maybe I would eat,” Jace muttered
Isabelle froze, her spoon poised dangerously. “What did you say?”
Jace edged towards the fridge. “I said I’m going to look for a snack to eat.”
"That’s what I thought you said." Isabelle turned her attention to the soup .