Archer continued to look out the window and admire the falling snow. Captivated by the snow-covered street.
Turning to the moon elf, he found her looking at the same scene with a soft smile before she inquired. "How are your classes, husband? I do hope you're enjoying it."
His gaze shifted from the snow to meet her eyes. He smiled in response, appreciating her concern. "They're going well, thank you. I like most classes, but some are boring.''
Hecate's eyes sparkled with pride as he shared the details of his classes. She smiled, appreciating his enjoyment of his studies.
Before she could reply, their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of the waitress.
She gracefully approached their table with a trolley full of dishes, which caught their attention.
There were loads of elven dishes spread before them. Archer's eyes widened with curiosity as he looked at each dish.
