Philip blushed as Harper said he was a talented chef. He was a very modest man so while he knew that he had a definite skill, he was never one to blow up his own ego. He had worked hard on honing his craft just as anyone else would do.

"And how do you intend to that?" Philip was unaware of the flirtatious lilt to his own words. "I suppose I could get myself spell damaged and come to you for help." Not that such an event was likely to occur in Irvingly, magic-free place that it was.