"I wouldn't say no to a free meal," he says with faint humour, letting her pull away. "Especially not if you are the one making it."

He will follow her back to her room, still carrying the remainder of her shopping. He feels...somewhat lighter now. Like he's free to choose how he loves her. It's a strange feeling. An old feeling.

"I had hoped to commission you to make a sword for me, by the by," he comments as they're putting things away. "For the upcoming tournament. I doubt they will have the sort of weapons as found in our world."