After the compliments, they moved to the kitchen for some couples cooking.
Cassius insisted on wearing an apron a practical necessity, given the amount of flour and sugar he intended to deploy.
Ragnora's apron, however, was designed for someone three times his size. When he tried it on, the thing draped over him like a tent, the hem pooling on the floor and the straps sliding off his shoulders.
Ragnora laughed with her entire face lighting up. "You look like a child playing dress-up!"
"I look like I'm being consumed by fabric." Cassius countered, struggling to tie the straps in a way that wouldn't immediately come undone. "Do you have anything smaller?"
"Unfortunately, no. I don't entertain many guests who need aprons."
In the end, Cassius retrieved his own apron from his spatial ring. Ragnora tied hers on as well, and together they stood before her kitchen counter like any ordinary couple preparing a meal together.
