Stephanie glared at the supposedly older girl. "A kitchen is a kitchen. And I'm not insulting your cooking. It's fine. It's just not real food."

If she could be honest with both herself and Kayla, she wasn't really angry about anything except getting herself caught. But being honest wasn't something she'd ever been taught. Her cheeks grew warm. She hated this. She'd been trained better. She shook her hair out of her face and crossed her arms, trying to look tougher than she felt at the moment. "I didn't think you'd want a request up your ass anyway."