135: Wine glasses and a few shots of love.

Nightfall came and Elizabeth was still in a bad mood, this time Richard himself was preparing dinner while assessing everything they had there.

"It seems like it's going to be a cold night," he commented as he noticed all the fogged-up windows outside, making it difficult for them to see clearly through them.

"Hmm..." she sighed, curled up in the armchair as if imitating him, now focusing her attention on a book.

"I'm not sure what to prepare, but I had a good idea with these meats," he remarked, starting to slice the red meat he had chosen. Elizabeth watched surreptitiously as he demonstrated his knife skills, slicing precisely and then arranging the pieces on a platter, sprinkling spices on top. The pleasant smell filled the small space. He then arranged everything on the plate with some green garnishes, making it look like it came from a fancy restaurant. He organized everything on the tray, along with a bottle of wine and two glasses, placing them on the plush rug on the floor, ne