“It’s pretty obvious what you were just doing,” Fenice said with a tight little smile. Behind her, Vandal gave her a shove, and pushed his way into the room behind her.
“What were they doing?” he asked with a frown as he looked around the kitchen. “Where’s the food? I thought you were going to make an omelet.”
I cleared my throat, not meeting Alden’s eyes as I said with as much composure as I could manage, “I was just distracting Alden from the argument in the garden. There is no omelet. Alden doesn’t care for it, so I thought we could do something else. I’m not sure what food you guys have in stock, though. Come to think of it, I don’t even see a fridge here. Surely you must have a refrigerator?”
I asked the last question of Alden, who, although his color was high, appeared to have tak
