Noel looked down happily at the small insulated bag and grinned. He'd had some good catch from the two-day fishing trip. He'd almost forgotten how relaxing it was to just lie down and wait for a wish to take the bait. His mouth almost watering, he vowed that the first thing he did once he reached home would be to clean the fish and store some away for later use and the rest he would cook for himself and Emilia.
The thought of food and Emilia together made him smile. That girl really was a marvel in the kitchen. Tonight, he was going to let her have a taste of his own cooking. Just as a way to pay her back for her hard work. While he was no expert, he'd cooked enough that he wouldn't end up poisoning someone, unlike Amy.
