When Alka arrived at the manor, he was pleasantly surprised to find that Rowan was back home. His first stop was the kitchen where he saw Lucien adding vegetables to an aromatic broth that was bubbling merrily on the stove. Rowan was beside the redhead, looking into the pot and measuring out a spoon of salt from a colourful clay container. Dinner was still a long way off so they were making lunch.
"How domestic," the plant mage remarked with a small smile.
"Yep, uncle Rowan and I are having a bonding activity since he is my brother in law," Luci happily replied.
Alka blinked in surprise. "Uncle... Rowan?"
"Yep!"
Rowan was expressionless. When the redhead smiled up at him, Rowan cracked a smile for the happy child.
"Oh," Alka replied. "Um, carry on. I'll go look for Syryn."
[Poor Alka.] Red was laughing in their shared mindscape. [He looked like someone had just force-fed him a spoon of warm oil.]
(He didn't.)