Thomas gets up with a quiet little noise of effort and he leans close to kiss Greta's cheek. As she sits down, Thomas finds a bottle of wine they'd open recently and pours them each a glass - Greta's might be a bit more generous than his own.
"A curry recipe that the Iron Bull left with us. Or maybe it was Cremisius... one of them. I thought something warm with a good bit of flavor would be nice now that it's getting chilly."
Thomas had watched with a strange sort of fascination when the Iron Bull was in their kitchen, hunched over the stove and telling Greta all about spices and flavor combinations that Thomas had only ever heard about in passing. The entire house had smelled glorious for a week as Greta experimented.
"I don't dare go off the recipe," he admits with a wry little smile. "But I think it smells right. Saoirse was brave enough to do a taste test of the sauce earlier, now it just needs to cook together for a bit longer."
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"A curry recipe that the Iron Bull left with us. Or maybe it was Cremisius... one of them. I thought something warm with a good bit of flavor would be nice now that it's getting chilly."
Thomas had watched with a strange sort of fascination when the Iron Bull was in their kitchen, hunched over the stove and telling Greta all about spices and flavor combinations that Thomas had only ever heard about in passing. The entire house had smelled glorious for a week as Greta experimented.
"I don't dare go off the recipe," he admits with a wry little smile. "But I think it smells right. Saoirse was brave enough to do a taste test of the sauce earlier, now it just needs to cook together for a bit longer."