"Why is she in the kitchen?" Gabriel frowned, closing the ledger in his hands before lifting his gaze to meet Albus's.
"To prepare dinner," Albus replied with a slight smile. "My Lord, the young lady cooks exceptionally well. I believe you'll enjoy tonight's meal."
Gabriel leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers against the wooden surface. "I suppose she's skilled at household chores too," he murmured, a faint smile playing at his lips.
"Absolutely," Albus affirmed. Then, after a brief pause, he asked, "My Lord, do you intend to marry Miss Amelie in the future? Since you are mates, it might be wise to do so soon."
Gabriel's smile faded slightly, replaced by a more thoughtful expression. "Amelie needs time to adjust to this kind of life first," he said. "We'll consider marriage when the time is right."
He was now curious to see how Amelie looked while cooking. "Keep this ledger safe," he instructed Albus before making his way toward the kitchen.
