Sterling shows me around the kitchen, teaching me how various things work. Now I can make myself a cup of hot tea, or warm up leftovers from the chilled box that Sterling calls a fridge.
But for dinner, Sterling insists on making everything from scratch. I help him, picking leaves off of fresh herbs and tossing them into the metal bowl he’s working with. It’s nice, being able to work with my hands, making something useful. I remember when Layla and I used to collect magic herbs for our spells, and how she used to save all the less powerful ones to make delicious food with.
Sterling pours out some flour, cracking eggs directly on top of the mound, and kneads it into a yellow dough. He rolls it out in a big flat square, the slices it up into smaller pieces. Inside the bowl, along with my
