Jace's nostrils flared. "You really cook? With actual ingredients? Not just alchemical substitutes?"
Liam nodded. "I'm in the Iron Hearth guild; we have a level 3 hearth there. You should join."
"You JUST met him," Elizabeth asked, her tail swishing in irritation.
"But look at him, he's just a little guy, and he gets it." Liam pointed out
Jace grinned, "I'm in. I've been living off potions and alchemical creations for weeks. My stomach's forgotten what real food tastes like."
"Then head to the Iron Hearth guild and tell them I sent you, should work, maybe..?"
The letting agent cleared her throat loudly. "If we could return to the matter of housing..."
"Master master! We need a house!" Midnight said, tugging at Liam's sleeve. "Midnight wants a house for Master's cooking."
Jace's eyes lit up. "You're getting a house? With a kitchen? Count me in!"
"That's not how this works," Elizabeth growled, obviously being territorial.
