He fixed her coffee, long used to how she liked it. It was completely opposite of how he took his, but that was par for the course for the two of them. She looked good sitting at his table, sun streaming in around her and making her hair glow gold.
"Omelets, but it's the bacon that smells good," Kingsley said. He turned to the stove, made the final touches, then slid two omelets on to plates and added the bacon. She was right, it did smell good. "So, you taking the day off, or do you have more lies to print?"
They'd avoided the most recent issue of the Prophet the previous evening; there'd been plenty for them to fight about as it was, but Kingsley had never been good at leaving things forever. And the previous morning edition of the Prophet had been right up there among the most ridiculous things she'd written.