#divnties. 002

it's not often that he cooks in camp. usually, he'll allow gale to take the privilege, but the wizard had looked unreasonably tired this evening, so felix had banned him from picking up any cooking instruments and had taken over the job himself. ‘ you don't have to, ’ he says, though he shifts to give her room to join him beside the fire. the meal of choice is a hearty potato stew, full of vegetables that he'd picked up whilst they were in the emerald grove. ‘ thanks, though. i was getting kinda lonely over here. ’ he's only half-joking when he says that.