Rohan inhaled the delicious aroma of the seasoned, frying bacon, then leaned closer and whispered into her ear, "That smells delicious, love. What else are you cooking with it in the other pot?"
He asked, hoping to make her talk, to clear the air and dispel the silent hostility between them. Anger was not something a man should allow his wife carry for long, not when that emotion was heavy in the room.
She was silent for a long moment, as if she wouldn't answer him. But when he pressed his lips to her neck, she pursed her lips and answered grudgingly, "Suet pudding. There are also root vegetables."
"Hmm, I like the sound of that. Is there something I can help you with in the kitchen, honey?" he asked, pulling her tighter against his body and burying his nose deeper into the crook of her neck. She always smelled nice, like lavender with a hint of spice, probably because she had been in the kitchen.
