UltSans paused his eating for a moment, glancing at Eleanor.
Then—with a casual shrug, he answered.
UltSans:"I mean… I know how to cook those dishes. I was always good with the kitchen, not gonna lie."
He tapped his fork lightly against his plate, thinking.
UltSans:"But those are just skills. Doesn't mean people in Spain are generally good at cooking."
Eleanor gasped dramatically, clutching her chest as if he had just insulted her entire ancestry.
Eleanor:"¡Ay, no me digas eso! ¡Claro que sí lo son!"
She pointed at him accusingly, but playfully.
Eleanor:"¡Un español que no defiende su propia comida! ¿Qué será lo próximo? ¿Que el flamenco no es español?"
UltSans sighed internally.
This woman had way too much energy.
Melissa, still watching with mild amusement, rested her chin in her hand.
Melissa:"Mmm~ So, you're good with your hands too?~"
Her tone was dripping with playful intent.
UltSans glanced at her lazily.
Then—without missing a beat—
UltSans:"Yeah. Good with knives, too."
Melissa's smirk twitched slightly, but she held her ground.
Meanwhile, Richard let out a hearty chuckle.
Richard:"Now that's an answer!"
Eleanor, still overly animated, leaned toward UltSans.
Eleanor:"¿Pero entonces qué es lo que más te gusta cocinar?"
UltSans tilted his head slightly.
UltSans:"Depende… ¿Quieres una respuesta seria o la que haría que Melissa me mire como si fuera un plato más?"
Melissa's eyes glimmered with interest.
Melissa:"Oh~ Now you have to say it."
Clara, already regretting bringing him, covered her face with one hand.
This was going to be a very, very long dinner.
Magic Tricks & Uncle Deals
UltSans hesitated, his gaze flickering toward Melissa briefly.
The way she behaved, her flirtatious nature, the way she used her beauty as a weapon—
It all disgusted him.
And the fact that she was a mother made it even worse.
His hatred for her was already set in stone.
So—he ignored her.
Instead, he turned his attention back to Eleanor, who was practically bouncing in her seat with excitement.
Eleanor's Curiosity – The Chef in Question
Eleanor:"¡Cuenta, cuenta! ¿Cuál es la comida que más cocinas? ¿Cuál se te da mejor? ¿Y cuál es la que más te gusta cocinar?"
UltSans exhaled softly, thinking.
Then, with a slight tilt of his head—
UltSans:"Bueno, bueno… Pues…"
He placed his fork down, folding his hands together.
UltSans:"Puedo cocinar casi todo tipo de comidas, ya que tengo muchos libros de cocina, y uno maestro, en el cual tengo todas las recetas posibles."
Then—he smirked slightly.
UltSans:"Y luego tengo dos platos estrella."
Eleanor's eyes gleamed with excitement.
Eleanor:"¡¿Libros de cocina?! ¡¿Platos estrella?! ¡Cuenta, cuenta! ¿Eres chef?"
UltSans chuckled softly.
UltSans:"No… pero podría serlo."
Eleanor clapped her hands together.
Eleanor:"¡Qué emoción! Y dime, ¿cuáles son esos platos estrella?"
UltSans leaned back slightly.
UltSans:"Bueno, mi primer plato estrella es un pastel de caramelo y canela."
A brief pause.
Then—he continued.
UltSans:"Y el otro es un plato de pasta… unos espaguetis."
Clara's Patience Wears Thin
As soon as he said that, Clara let out an exaggerated sigh, rubbing her temples.
Her annoyance was visible.
She had been sitting there, listening to this endless conversation, feeling more and more embarrassed by the second.
Clara:"Oh my God, can we just eat?"
Her tone was dry, exhausted.
But—
Just as it seemed like things were settling down—
A small, innocent voice cut through the conversation.
Nathan's Question – A Moment of Silence
Nathan—who had been quietly eating this entire time, seemingly uninterested in the adult conversations—
Suddenly piped up.
His voice?
Pure. Honest. Curious.
Nathan:"Hey, Mister… are you gonna be my new uncle?"
The entire table fell silent.
UltSans blinked.
Melissa's smirk returned instantly, her eyes flickering toward Clara with amusement.
Clara—mid-drink—
Choked on her wine.
Richard, clearly entertained, leaned forward slightly, watching closely for UltSans' reaction.
And Eleanor?
She just looked way too happy about the question.
UltSans slowly turned his head toward the boy.
His expression unreadable.
Then—he tilted his head slightly, as if genuinely considering it.
And then—he smirked.
UltSans' Answer – A Deal is Made
UltSans:"That depends, kiddo."
He leaned forward slightly.
UltSans:"You got any cool uncle requirements?"
Nathan perked up immediately.
His eyes widened, practically sparkling.
Nathan:"Yeah! You gotta be able to do magic tricks!"
UltSans' grin widened.
Without a word, he lifted his right hand, his palm open.
Instantly—
A flame flickered to life, floating just above his palm, its size perfectly controlled.
It burned with an eerie, mystical glow.
Nathan's mouth formed a tiny 'O'.
His eyes shone with pure amazement.
Nathan:"Whoa…! Yes, yes!! Do more!"
UltSans chuckled.
Then—he closed his palm, making the flame vanish instantly.
But before Nathan could react—
UltSans raised one finger.
Immediately—a small, blue flame flickered to life, dancing at his fingertip.
Then—a floating bone appeared just above his finger.
It started spinning slowly, orbiting his fingertip like a tiny planet caught in its own gravitational pull.
Nathan's jaw practically dropped.
Nathan:"Woah…! That's so cool!"
UltSans grinned, his tone playful.
UltSans:"I know, right? Also—if you want, I could teach you how to be like a magician too."
Nathan gasped, his excitement reaching its peak.
Nathan:"Seriously?!"
UltSans nodded.
Then—his smirk turned sly.
UltSans:"Yep. But that all depends…"
He tilted his head slightly, glancing toward Clara.
UltSans:"On what Miss Clara says."
Clara immediately snapped her attention toward him.
UltSans:"If she accepts… well…"
He grinned.
UltSans:"I think I might be your uncle after all."
Nathan turned to Clara so fast it was a miracle he didn't get whiplash.
His eyes wide, pleading.
Nathan:"Please please please please please say yes!"
Clara?
She just groaned, dropping her forehead onto the table.
This was getting out of control.
UltSans, having already done his part, simply picked up his fork again and returned to his meal.
The conversation?
Not his problem anymore.
Now—it was Clara's.
Nathan, however, was far from done.
The boy's wide, eager eyes stayed locked onto Clara, his hands pressed together in a begging motion.
Nathan:"Please please please please please say yes!"
Clara, who had been trying so hard to avoid this situation, finally lifted her head from the table.
She turned to Nathan, her expression tired, exasperated.
Clara:"Nathan, honey, it's not that simple."
Nathan frowned, tilting his head.
Nathan:"Why not?"
Clara:"Because—"
Before she could even form an excuse, Eleanor immediately cut in.
Eleanor:"Ay, Clara, ¿pero por qué no?"
Clara sighed sharply, already knowing this was going to be a losing battle.
Clara:"Mom—"
But Eleanor wasn't listening.
Her attention was already back on UltSans, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
Eleanor:"¡Si sabe cocinar, es educado y es guapo, qué más quieres! Mira al niño, está emocionado."
Clara pinched the bridge of her nose.
Clara:"Oh my God, Mom—"
Eleanor, ignoring her completely, turned back to Nathan and smiled.
Eleanor:"Mira, cariño, dale tiempo a tu tía. Seguro que le gusta la idea, pero no quiere admitirlo todavía."
Nathan nodded seriously, as if his grandmother had just given him top-secret knowledge.
Nathan:"So… she's gonna say yes later?"
Eleanor grinned, winking.
Eleanor:"Claro que sí."
Clara?
She just threw her hands up in frustration.
Clara:"I am literally right here."
Melissa, who had been watching all of this unfold with a lazy smirk, finally decided to chime in.
She leaned back slightly, stretching just enough to draw attention to herself.
Then—she turned her sultry gaze toward UltSans.
Melissa:"Mmm~ So what I'm hearing is that you're an excellent cook, a magician, and now a potential family man?~"
UltSans?
Didn't even look at her.
Didn't react.
Didn't acknowledge her presence at all.
Just kept eating.
Melissa's smirk twitched slightly.
But she wasn't deterred.
She leaned in slightly, propping her chin on her palm.
Melissa:"You know, sugar~… if you wanted a real woman to keep you company, you could always—"
UltSans:"No."
Melissa blinked.
The sharpness in his voice was undeniable.
Cold. Final.
A brick wall.
She tilted her head slightly, still smirking.
Melissa:"Aww~ You wound me, sugar. You didn't even let me finish."
UltSans finally glanced up, his gaze flat and unreadable.
Then—he spoke again, his tone calm, casual.
UltSans:"I don't need to. I already know you're about to say something stupid."
Richard burst out laughing.
Clara, despite herself, snorted slightly, covering her mouth.
Even Nathan giggled.
Melissa?
Her smirk wavered just for a split second.
But only for a second.
Then, as smoothly as ever, she simply grinned wider.
Melissa:"Oh, sugar, that sharp tongue of yours is gonna get you in trouble one day~."
UltSans?
Already back to his food.
Not interested.
Not entertaining this conversation.
Not giving her any more attention than necessary.
And that?
That annoyed her more than anything.
Nathan, completely unbothered by the grown-up conversations happening around him, was still staring at Clara expectantly.
The kid had not forgotten his question.
He wasn't letting it go.
Nathan:"Sooo… does that mean you're saying yes?"
Clara, who had been hiding behind her wine glass, finally set it down with a deep sigh.
She looked at Nathan.
Then at UltSans, who was casually eating like none of this involved him.
Then at Eleanor, who was still watching her like a hawk.
And finally at Richard, who was just enjoying the entire thing like it was a comedy show.
Clara sighed again.
Clara:"Nathan, honey… being an uncle isn't just about magic tricks."
Nathan tilted his head.
Nathan:"Okay, but… he already does cool stuff. And you like him, right?"
Clara's entire body froze.
UltSans?
Didn't even pause his eating.
But his pupils flickered slightly.
Nathan, completely innocent, completely unaware of what he had just dropped on the table, simply stared at her, waiting for an answer.
Clara, meanwhile, was seriously debating whether or not she could legally strangle a child.
Eleanor?
Watching closely.
Richard?
Still amused.
Melissa?
Just grinning.
UltSans?
Still eating.
But internally?
This was getting interesting.