Another explosion sounded from the kitchen in your witch tower.

You immediately knew it was Winter's work. The knight who had come to live in your tower without your permission seemed to be running away from something, but you didn't ask.

You walked into the kitchen and found black smoke and cooking ingredients scattered everywhere.

"..."

Winter, in a pink apron with soot on his face, was holding a plate with black lumps that you thought might have been food before.