Between worrying about Felix and dealing with her kin, Debora had forgotten about her hunger. It wasn't until lunchtime that her stomach growled in anger for her ignorance, that they went out hunting for food in the kitchen of the prime house.
Debora kept Felix close, and Felix kept himself closer if possible. Debora stepped into the huge kitchen which provided food for every witch in the prime house, which wasn't a small number.
Her footsteps halted when she saw a crowd of witches hustling around the kitchen with their hands busy working. Felix stopped next to her.
"Are you going to starve because someone is in the kitchen? That's dumb." He muttered to her. Debora rarely felt the urge to smack her mate, and this was one of those rare occasions.
"I'm not. Just taking in the scene."
