"I can't wait to taste what you've made…"
Ollie's face heated beneath the stubble at Jocelynn's obvious enthusiasm for the breakfast he'd prepared.
"It's nothing special," Ollie said as he collected his plate and cup of cider before taking a seat in the armchair facing Jocelynn. "More of a knight's breakfast than the sort of thing you're probably used to, my lady."
"You can call me Jocelynn, you know," Jocelynn said. "Since Ashlynn says her coven are as close as family, and that you were like a little brother to her, we don't need to be formal over breakfast, do we, Ollie?"
