She frowned, evidently not completely happy with the answer, but she saw it as a compromise, so she nodded. "Okay," she said, taking his hand. "Tell me, what happened the first time you cut off her wings?"
The spirit smirked, keeping one eye on the screen. "Didn't you, though? You were the one responsible." She folded her wings carefully against her back as they headed down to the kitchen. "I think I slept on them wrong," she commented, looking over her shoulder. "What a pain." "She's excellent at presenting opportunities, isn't she?"
She flushed slightly, pink crossing the bridge of her nose. "But... you're supposed to be resting..." "Does she know that it would be my pleasure? Sam, she's really asking for it at this point, don't you agree?"
She still hesitated, glancing back at them almost nervously. They straightened out, shimmering in the early sunlight. "It's a lot of work, Sam. You gotta rest. You shouldn't even be making breakfast."
The spirit grumbled slightly. "We'll get there, I suppose." She snuck a quick kiss under his jaw before heading over to the stove, turning it onto low heat.
She slipped her arms around his waist, yawning sleepily. "What are we making?" "Mark my words, Sam, by the end of the week, you will have tasted Enryli, and you'll understand."
"Yes, well," the spirit said, looking over at him. "It's not really up to you, is it?" "Sure. That sounds good. Go sit down, though, and let me make it."
She hummed slightly, working over the food as she began to cook. "A dull blade would work," the spirit said thoughtfully, turning to look at Sam in his cage. "It would wake her up if she was sleeping, but... I don't know. I feel like that adds to the charm, don't you?"
He chuckled, dragging his finger along the bars. "No, I don't think I will. Tell me, do you think she's ever forgiven you?"
