"Do you need me to do anything?" Camila offered.

“No, thank you. I should hang up now." Then the call ended.

"Ha ha..."

Joe burst into laughter as Annis tickled him on the sofa.

Setting aside the phone, Camila rolled up her sleeves and made her way to the kitchen.

She had dinner to prepare.

Annis offered to help, but Camila insisted she play with Joe instead.

As Joe approached, Annis remarked, “I don't want to play with a brat."

“Annis, play with me!" Joe held her hand.

Annis inquired, "Are you a brat then?"

He blinked in confusion and asked, “What's a brat?"

Annis was rendered speechless.

Camila smiled warmly.

“Mom, what are you laughing at?" Joe inquired, his confusion evident.

"I'm chuckling because Annis couldn't handle you," Camila replied with a grin.

Annis lifted Joe up and proceeded to explain to him the meaning of “brat."

Camila reached into the fridge.

There were plenty of ingredients, but she lacked the fixings for any fancy dishes.

She selected a few ingredients that she could work with.

At the company.