"So.. Whatcha got cookin', good lookin'? Smells delicious," Skye commented as she walked in with her husband.
Tidas shrugged; "To be honest, I have no idea. I told Alfred of my plans, and he handed me an overgrown covered pot.. I don't think he trusted me not to kill you."
Skye giggled before teasing her husband; "From what everyone has told me, Ima lucky he did.."
Tidas mock-glared at her; "Ha-ha. Anyway: he told me to just heat it over a medium fire for a few hours, and we'd have instant pot roast for dinner."
Skye's stomach gurgled again in anticipation. Using her Shaman magic was particularly taxing because of the precision and concentration required. It took every ounce of restraint she had to not bolt into the kitchen, and eat the entire pot by herself.