"Hmmm. Then why don't you teach me how to cultivate? You're one of the best wizards in Ashrya."
She pushed another spoon of food at his face. He grimaced and turned away.
Mira clucked. "Tch-tch. Eat more rice. You're too skinny for my taste."
Zander ate another spoonful. "If you don't know what you're doing, somebody can seriously get hurt."
She stuck another spoon of rice in his face. "Talk less. Chew more."
"Wife, I can't eat any more." He made a gag face.
She pressed her lips into a thin line. "You are gonna be the one who gets hurt if you don't finish the rest of this rice."
Zander scowled. "I'm not hungry."
"I don't give a rat's ass if you're hungry or not. Just chew and swallow."
She tapped on his collar bones. "Your bones are sticking out way too far. We need to bring back that muscular hot hunk of a husband I married."
Zander's eyes grew cold. "He's gone Mira."
