Lucia was mixing spices and stuff in the kitchen, while Arya was making drink for herself and Lucia as well. After a day of work at the tavern, they didn't immediately rest in their room but were still busy in the kitchen until late at night.
Finished making green tea, Arya hugged Lucia from behind and kissed her head. "Honey, let's drink tea first. You must be tired, right?"
Lucia nodded without looking at Arya, her heart pounding every time Arya hugged her tightly.
"Just a little more, Arya. Wait a minute," said Lucia spoiled.
"I don't want to wait, Luci." Arya was impatient so he spontaneously picked up Lucia and sat her down on a chair.
"Gosh! Why are you suddenly carrying me?" asked Lucia in surprise, she glared at Arya who smiled affectionately at her.
"So what if I carry you? Can't I?" Arya belik asked, he brought his face closer to Lucia's, then a warm kiss landed on Lucia's lips.