Since the rain continued, they couldn't have their meal outside, but the indoors felt just as cozy as anyone could have wished for. The air was cool, and the fire crackling in the hearth filled the room with a comforting warmth.
Rosalind had made fresh bread, and alongside it she served butter and hot chocolate.
"Here," Rowan said as he spread butter over a slice of the freshly baked bread before handing it to her.
"Thank you," Rosalind replied with a smile before taking a bite.
Her eyes immediately lit up.
Thankfully, it hadn't failed her this time. The balance of sugar and flour was perfect, and the bread carried a rich, milky flavor that made it even better.
"It's really good," she said, looking at Rowan.
He took a bite himself and nodded in agreement. "You see? You still know your way around the kitchen," he said.
Rosalind chuckled softly, and together they sat in the sitting room with a duvet draped over their laps while they ate.
