Ky's POV:

I wander around the Glade for a little while, doing bits of work where it's needed. I end up cleaning the dishes for Frypan, organizing the Medjack's cabinet, picking some vegetables, and helping build a fence for an animal pen that had broken.

When I'm done, it's almost dinner time. Since the meeting about Gally is still going on and Frypan has to attend, I decide to just cook dinner myself. I go in search for Madison, to get her to help me.

I find her in the Gardens, being shown around by Chuck.

"Are you giving her the Tour, Chuck?" I ask, coming up behind them.

Chuck nods, looking proud.

"Good job", I say, smiling. "But I need to cut you short. I need Madison for something."

"Oh, we were just finishing up anyways", he says, fidgeting.

"Okay, thanks!" With that said, I grab Madison by the hand and drag her to the kitchen.

"We have to make dinner", I say to her half-hearted protests.

"Well isn't there someone who normally does this? Pot pan? Fry steak? Frypan! Frypan, doesn't he normally do this?"

I burst out laughing. "Yes, but he is attending a very important meeting, so we are going to do it."

She shrugs. "Okay, let's get started then."

We walk into the small kitchen and look around, finding where everything is located.

"But what do we make?" I wonder out loud.

Before she can answer, it comes to me.

A grin spreads across my face.

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(A/n): This scene starts off in the Meeting Hall)

Newt's nose wrinkles up.

"What's that smell?" he asks.

"Food!" Thomas, Minho, Frypan, and Zart all yell at once.

"Okay, calm down. I officially call this meeting short so we can eat. We'll finish tomorrow", Alby announces.

"Wait....who's cooking?" Frypan asks.

Everyone shrugs.

"I'll put this slinthead back in the Pit", Minho suggests, referring to Gally.

"Good that", Newt says, motioning for Minho to take him away.

Thomas and Winston help manhandle Gally to his temporary prison in the corner of the Glade.

"Well, let's go eat!" Zart shouts happily, after they've left.

"Aye, I'll drink to that", Newt says.

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Ky's POV:

I wipe my hand across my forehead, wiping away the sweat.

Another person steps up to get their food.

"Teresa", I acknowledge.

"Ky."

I spoon the last piece of casserole onto her plate.

"Thanks", she says dryly.

"Yep."

She walks away and sits down with some of the Builders.

I sigh and take the empty casserole dish to Madison, who's doing dishes and cooking another one.

She takes the dish from me and sets it in the sudsy sink.

"Is the next casserole done?" I ask Madison.

She nods and points to a dish sitting on the counter.

"Right there."

"Thanks", I say, carrying it back to my serving spot.

Newt, Minho, Thomas, Winston, Frypan, Zart, and two other boys are standing there, looking at me as if I had two heads.

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