"What... can you do with that magic of yours?" He asked, sitting at the table, munching on a bit of the eggs that the magic had made. "Though I had to admit that they made it just the way that I like it." He smiled at the man, got up, then gave him a soft kiss between his sips of tea.

"You are walking a bit oddly. A bit sore from yesterday, I see?" He asked with a smirk.