The small kitchen was filled with the clink of dishes and the aromas of cooking dinner. You stood at the stove, enthusiastically stirring the contents of the pot, while Howl sat next to you on a chair, watching you.

"You've made my favorite dish again," he smiled, resting his chin on his palm.

You blushed slightly, taking a quick glance in the guy's direction.

"I just wanted to try something new," you replied softly, feeling slightly flustered by his gaze.

"Do you know why I love your dishes the most?"

You looked up, expecting to hear a compliment to your culinary talent.

"Because each of them carries the warmth of your hands and a piece of your soul." Howl continued, slowly moving closer.

Your cheeks flushed bright red, and a slight smile touched your lips.

"Oh, of course!" you laughed, pretending to be embarrassed. "A magical guy who is used to charming everyone with his words..."

Howl gently took your hand, gently touching your fingers.

"Just you, my dear... After all, two feelings have settled in my soul for a long time: wandering and you."

A faint smile touched your lips as he brought your hand to his lips, kissing your fingertips. A faint and gentle smile touched his lips.

"Where would you like to go this time? The whole world is at our disposal."