"The prince is collecting princesses," River mused, inching closer now that the stranger seemed friendly enough. He wasn't going to bite at any rate, and that was safe enough.
When Simon entered the kitchen, she frowned. She couldn't convince the house guest to help her with her plans to go outside in the snow if Simon was around. But he'd been in the Avalon, drinking with the shadows and dancing with the whispers. They'd been quiet lately. Quiet and troublesome.
"Suitable sustenance when ingested at a medium pace. Your command of using varying textures makes it palatable," she admitted before fixing her brother with a knowing look. "You should let me cook."