The Wizard paces, glaring at the stove which was taking oh so long to finish this meal

Usually, he was never this impatient for a meal to be done, but for once he had an important guest!..well, at least he thought they were important.

You were simply a guest, someone who came to Blackrock for the weather or to meet the king or whatever the knights had told him. And he took if upon himself to make the best of the best. You intrigued him in a way that wasnt completely negative for once.

Ding!

Finally. That felt almost hellish with how long it took.

He waltzed out of the kitchen, with the meal he took forever (only a few minutes, honestly) to create.

"You better enjoy that."