It was a wonderful wall, soft in white with a touch of honey coming from the sunlight, it was the first thing Fi would see when she rose from the covers of her bed. Last night had tired her out, whether it was in bed or listening to the annoying talks of the court. Since the time in the Kingdom was the direct opposite of that in Ferdinand, when Fi slept, she would be able to use her shadows from around eight in the morning till five in the afternoon. Of course, she still used them whilst being awake, she found it easier to use them asleep.
Richy also did something similar, except his usage was the opposite, during the night he preferred to just sleep, but he had to use his People of the Light, and during the day was when he multi-tasked best. For the couple, using these shadow beings was easier than eating, their powers were beyond anything any person had seen for almost two thousand years.
After getting up and staring at the wall, Fi decided she wanted to act something like a housewife, caring for a family, cooking, cleaning, doing all the chores. There was simply one problem, she had never had to do any of these things, never even considered having to do them. Even on the run she had encountered no thoughts about these things, her brain was simply filled with thoughts of being with Richy and having some kids whilst ruling the Kingdom and accomplishing the most peaceful era in history.
Cooking, how difficult could it be? She had fought of twelve grown men at the age of four, cooking should be a piece of cake, maybe she should cook cake! Wait, cake is baked, well, she can do either. "Honey, why are you loitering around in the kitchen?" A voice breathed huskily into her ear as Richy's long, large arms captured her waist. She raised her eyebrows and turned to her sleepy husband, his hair was messy and his eyes weren't yet open, but he could still hold her weight. She ran her hand through his hair, messing it up slightly and had to stand on her toes for a second to peck his cheek.
"Good morning hubby! What do you think I want to do in the kitchen? Dance? Walk a pet? Wash clothes?" Her tongue whipped out immediately, placing a playful smile on both their faces, but when Richy leaned in too close and whispered something blush inducing into Fi's ear, she pushed him away and strode to the sink, red as a tomato.
"We are not doing that in the kitchen Richy! I want to make you breakfast, we've bought the pots and pans, and everything else! The milkman will be coming soon, why don't you go get the milk and some eggs, and I'll make some yummy side dishes?" She asked, her eyes glowing with a want to prove to her husband that she could do this. Richy sighed, wanting to stop her, but she resembled a puppy right now, wagging its tail. How could he say no?
"Okay, okay, but I have a proposal. I bet ten silvers that you will cook at least one burnt dish. Do you dare to agree? Yes. Good, good. Oh, and, please, please, I beg you, please don't burn down our new home." He quickly pecked her fuming face and ran out to go buy some eggs. Fi stared at his fading figure and sighed, what a dork, she thought.
Fi rolled up her sleeves and grabbed a knife and tomato, she had gotten one of her shadows to check out some recipes and was excited to try them. The first was a simply tomato and bocconcini salad. Luckily they had stored some cheese in the magic cooling unit they had bought. The tomatoes were baby tomatoes that she just had to cut in half, the confusion set it because she didn't know which way to cut it in half. She decided to cut them from the thinner side and placed all of her tomatoes into a bowl. Next she did the same with the bocconcini, cutting the balls in half and placing them in a bowl, luckily she couldn't burn this dish! She brought out some fresh basil and chopped it up just a little before also throwing it into the bowl, finally she put a nice squeeze of Italian herbs pesto, salt and pepper before mixing it all together with her hands. The first dish was a delicious success! (Even if it was just a salad...)
Next up she wanted to make some stirfried vegetables, garlicky with some sweet chilli, vinegar and soy sauce. She decided that she cut and cook at the same time, how difficult could it possibly be? The answer proved to be incredibly difficult, she had left the flame too high throughout the cook and had ended up with over-charred vegetables and inconsistent amounts of sauce throughout the dish. Plus she had used up most of the vegetables already, so it was a huge waste of a dish.
The final "side-dish" was simply going to be hot-chocolate, she had bought some drinking chocolate the day before along with some marshmallows, so once Richy gave her the milk she used the instant heating unit to quickly heat up and finish her hot-choc.
Richy made ten silvers. He was shocked at her stirfry and decided that he would teach her how to cook, something he had decided to learn after he turned ten because his mother had told him that all women like men who can cook. He needed to be the best husband possible, so he took it on. It was lucky for him that he married someone as unskilled at cooking as Fi, or else he would never get to show off his cooking prowess.
But Richy still finished all the food she had made, even the burnt remnants of the vegetables, because food must be respected and not wasted. At least, that's what he told his Fi, in reality he simply didn't want to dishearten her, so he even complimented what she made. The couple had a wonderfully harmonious morning, the salad and eggs were delightful, the hot-choc was sweet and comforting, and just each others presence was relaxing.
As Richy reflected on the morning, he thought of the two flaws in himself and his wife, the two main flaws. Fi was too competitive and he was too much of a people-pleaser, both flaws are good to a limit but their flaws were almost heightened to a fault. His entire life he wanted to please everyone around him to the point that he no longer cared about himself, and Fi needed to be the best in the world at everything for she had the Kingdom to protect. But both were scared of the same thing, the concept that fuelled their faults, they were afraid that if they didn't please everyone, or weren't the best, they would be discarded, abandoned, left for dead. This wasn't true, but circumstances proved otherwise to their young minds, so they were stuck in this thinking until they met each other. Then they toned it down a lot and very slowly, only when they both reach the ripe of thirty did they finally move past this completely.