Chapter 42: Ruin
They were led to a small table in the kitchen.
Parts of the house were old and worn out, but it was cozy and lived in.
"You really should've sent me a letter; I don't even have anything ready to feed you." Grumbled Polly
"Sorry, this trip was a bit sudden. Let me help you." Myra apologized and got up, ready to help.
"Are you sure? You don't want to poison your 'friend' here, do you?" Polly said with a sly smile.
The corner of Myra's lips twitched, and her expression changed. "Hoo, let me show you my progress then," she said with a determined voice.
Polly's face showed surprise and then anticipation as she let Myra help her with the cooking.
Myra's movements appeared experienced in the kitchen, at least to Cyril's untrained eyes.
At one point she stopped Polly from lighting a fire with a smug expression. "Allow me," and effortlessly lit it with magic.
"Not bad, not bad," enthusiastically replied Polly.
Looking at the two of them bustling about in the kitchen, Cyril got an awkward feeling he couldn't quite explain. His mood soured for some reason.