They joked around for a while and finished planting the flowers in the garden. By the time they were done, the sun had already started to set, casting an orange halo-like glow on the mansion. It was truly beautiful.
"Let's make something for dinner," Davina spoke as she washed her muddied hands in the sink.
"I don't cook."
"I didn't ask if you did." She threw him an apron. "No need to worry, you're in charge of ingredient prepping, I'll be doing all the cooking."
Caspian dropped the apron. There was no way he was putting that thing on. As for the cooking, he could tell she would not be taking no for an answer. Not once in his life had Caspian been ordered to cook, not by his long-deceased parents and especially not by a human, and yet there Davina was, ordering him with a straight face. He could always turn down her offer, but where would the fun be in that?
