"Oh, gods! Look at that!" Elina pointed at a man who was cooking in the garden while keeping an eye on his children.
The arrays of the house had conjured a labyrinth filled with plushie versions of Dragons for the children and a holographic version of Elina's cookbook for their dad.
"Raising a Magus?" Lith read the title out loud and blinked in surprise. "Magus stew? Magus steak? Magus cake? What's with the names of your recipes, Mom?"
"The kind editor the Royal sent to help me said that the cookbook needed a catchy name to sell well." Elina blushed a little in embarrassment while fidgeting with the embroidery of her dress.
"I titled it 'Raising a Magus' because it's you people are interested in, sweetie. All the recipes starting with Magus are your favorite dishes."
"As long as they pay you your due, I'm fine with it." Lith dismissed her worries with a wave of his hand.
