Breakfast was a happy affair. Anthem and Melody were very, very happy to eat Noir's cooking again, and Solis – who was under the impression that he had become used to Noir's cooking by now, marvelled once again at how talented his fiancé was, for he had not seen most of the dishes that were on the table right now!
"I'll make you something else if you don't like this stuff," Noir said to Solis, wringing his hands nervously. "I got a little carried away and made the cuisine entirely from my earlier life and forgot to adjust some things for them to look normal to you…"
Solis suddenly felt that Noir's nervous appearance like this was rather cute. He gave in to his urge to pull Noir close and kissed the tip of his nose.
"Don't worry so, my little darling," he said. "I'll eat whatever you give me like a good spouse, all right?"
