Tutis Tempus RPG

"Maintenez cette pensée que plus tard?" Bill quirked his eyebrow in teasing question, knowing perfectly well what she had just said and which thought she had referred to: he had every plan of holding that thought for later, but that didn't mean he couldn't play along. "And what thought would that be, love?" He winked at her and returned to the chopping board.

Getting dinner ready didn't take long, and barely half an hour later, Bill settled down in the chair across from Fleur outside on the deck overlooking their garden. "This looks delicious, love," he said, and poured her a glass of the wine she had found for them. While Bill could cook, and cook fairly well at that, it was Fleur's touch that brought it from being good to being delicious. "How's work these days?"