Hello, My Darling Wife

Novella was too busy taking in the fact there were two pantries; walk-ins, at that. And the ice-box, though magic-made, was a more recent model than her own family had. In fact, theirs sometimes broke and her stepmother had to fix it. It was pretty embarrassing. She was pretty sure they'd hoped to buy a new one with her bride price.

[q]Mhm... I enjoy cooking.[q] She brushed her hands down the front of her dress, brushing wrinkles that would not actually go anywhere away as Kaczor disappeared into the pantry. [q]It's... how I made myself useful. Uhm, to my father, I mean.[q] She realized there hadn't been too much context.

[q]But I probably shouldn't tonight. I'd hate to mess with uhm, the cook's things.[q] She reminded herself that this was the family manor. And she wasn't family yet; no matter how Kaczor spoke about her. She'd breathe easier when a priest declared it so.

[q]Cheese and fruit is okay,[q] she wasn't expecting more than that, honestly. [q]I will apologize to the cook in the morning, for missing the meal that was prepared.[q] She nodded to herself, as if that'd help the servant forgive her for her misdeed (well, Kazcor's misdeed).

[q]I am afraid... I am not terribly familiar with how a housewife should, uhm, behave.[q] Between military service and then going home to become a pawn...

[q]In my family, when I came home from... uhm, school, I did cooking, the laundry and most of the cleaning.[q] She cleared her throat, [q]My father sold most of his slaves after his business took a hit during an uprising.[q] The slaves had been more trouble than her father had wanted. She'd been punished for that, too, even though she wasn't the person in charge of managing the slaves.