“Thank you.” Malou murmured gratefully. The last thing she had really truly wanted to do was to make supper. She padded into the kitchen and returned with the food on a tray which she placed on a side table, it was perhaps the most informal manner in which Malou ever ate.

A quick warming spell and Malou was quite content to sit in her chair and eat. Except that there was something she she should discuss with Fallon. “How did the conversation with Mr. Hatchitt go?” Malou asked over her glass of whiskey. While she preferred wine years with Fallon had developed a taste for whiskey as well - a fact which would have likely mortified her mother and entertained her father.