“Of course I cook. I spent the years before creating Cornopa traveling the world tasting, and learning to cook various dishes. When I got here I started perfecting them, and establishing trade routes to ensure I’d always have the spices, and meats I love.” Asran offered Ayrie a proud thumbs up. “Plus it’s a hobby of mine, along with fishing, and gardening so I don’t go bonkers. Being immortal comes with it’s own challenges.”

While Ayrie got ready Asran worked on his mana control. Having this much mana after such a long time without it was a bit of a strain. Though he remembered the feel, and finally he managed to fully control the magic that was still slowly filling his body.

When Ayrie came out he smiled at her. Then lead her to the main streets to hail a taxi. He told the driver where to go, and they drove off a long way. Eventually leaving the city eventually going up a hill, the hill, Ayrie saw an old stone statue dedicated to Astoria’s memory. Even though she’d shattered his heart he still loved her. As he’d taught him so much. Though as they passed on instinct Asran looked out the opposite window. 

Finally they arrived at Asran’s home, a beautiful two story home. That had an old Victorian wooden look while also having some modern inspiration. “Well.... This is it,” he said. Then got out, and helped Ayrie out of the car.