Picnic

"Oh, this is quite delicious. Did Nova prepare this?" Aron asked with a smirk as he tasted the food. He was sitting in an open field that looked more like a picnic spot than a meeting ground.

Before he could even swallow, he had to tilt his head to the side to dodge a fireball flying straight at him.

"Don’t you know you shouldn’t even disturb a dog while it’s eating?" he said with a laugh, glancing at his wife, who had just attempted to give him an impromptu facial makeover.

"You were asking for it," Rina replied casually as she poured mango juice into their glasses—his favorite.

"Nevertheless, it’s delicious," Aron said, setting aside his joke as he genuinely complimented her cooking. It wasn’t something she did often—mostly because she didn’t need to—but he appreciated it all the same. He took the glass of mango juice from her with a nod of thanks.