"You're going to make me fat with all the food you make for me," he replied with a soft laugh. "I think I have some in here somewhere, anyway." Purchasing cookies instead of making them was probably blasphemy in Ana's mind, but he wasn't exactly talented in the baking department. Cooking he was getting considerably better at since arriving in the village, but baking was too exact a science.
He put the kettle on, before turning to lean against the counter, gently tugging her a little closer to him. "Did you have fun?"