Logan waited patiently near the closed doorway of the kitchen. He listened intently to every creak, every wince at the drawers that caught in their tracks. Giselle was so different, he wasn't used to how domestic she was and yet he appreciated her for it. His old wives were similar to that, though they knew old tradition.
After another few moments Logan pushed the door open and shuffled into the kitchen. She had been hard at work preparing everything. Down the the most minute detail. He was impressed but work like that wasn't worth a man like him. But he wouldn't complain. He didn't want to hurt her feelings.
"What're ya makin'?" He inquired, taking a sniff of the air. So many smells met him. He stepped up to her side and offered a look of curiosity.