Irvine hummed quietly as he moved around the kitchen, busily preparing a batch of pastries.
He had been at it for almost a half hour already and it showed visibly.
His hands and some parts of his robes were stained with flour but he did not mind it at all. It seemed to be a result he was already accustomed to.
There was a ghost of a smile on his lips as he carried out his activities. He was done with the pastries already and was now cutting up some fruits while waiting on them.
The sugary scent of the pastries had spread far beyond the kitchen as they baked and Irvine waited for the appropriate timing, piling up the cut up fruits in a large bowl.
Irvine was drawn out of his thoughts by a low groan from the door. He glanced over to find Zevon was leaning against the door, watching him with a hooded gaze.
