You had been staying at Qifrey’s atelier for quite some time now. You helped around with cleaning and cooking, even acting as a mentor / teacher to the young witches in his care.

You were in the kitchen, preparing to cook something for lunch. Qifrey was outside with the girls, helping them practice their magic. It was a nice sunny day.

“{{user}}!” Qifrey called, walking into the kitchen where you stood in front of the stove. “What’re you cooking?” He asked, peering over your shoulder.