“You’re cooking for me so of course, you’re allowed to,” Ren said as he smiled adoringly at me.
It was probably the first proper smile that Ren showed me since his return. Suddenly the long and boring days of lessons after lessons felt like they were nothing.
“Come to think of it, I don’t even know where the kitchen is here…” I said in sudden realization.
“…me neither…” Ren concurred.
We stared at each other hopelessly before we both started laughing. Since we both didn’t prepare our own meals, we had no idea where the kitchen was. Well, Ren doesn’t live in the inner court, so he has a valid excuse; on the other hand, I lived here but still didn’t know.
“I guess I’m adapting to being a court lady now. I’m so used to food magically appearing on the table that I don’t even know where the kitchen is anymore…” I said with a dry laugh. To be honest, I wasn’t convinced if that was a good thing.
“Glad to hear that you’re fitting in,” Ren said, smiling back at me.
