Zephyra's POV

“Well, we’re the chefs tonight,” I told him. “So, here.” I passed him a plate with two slices of bread on it, along with the bowl of butter and mustard. “Spread the melted cheese on, then butter the top with this.”

He did, and I did the same with mine. When we were finished, I found a skillet and fried the sandwiches until the bread was a crispy golden brown. When I slid Lirael’s plate over the counter to him, he looked at it, then back up at me, something shifting ...