A/N: Promt: Flambe.
Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine, I just play with them in my sandbox. :)
He didn't think that she could actually cook. True, she hadn't cooked for him yet, that didn't mean that she couldn't!
"You cooked?" He had asked disbelievingly, with that tilt in his voice that said he was slightly scared. She smirked as she poured the liquor on the roast, then carried to the table.
"Here darling," and flicked her wand at it, watching it flame up, they watched in unison as the flame decided to spread to the curtains. She flicked her wand again and banished the flames. "Not a word," she said as strode off, he smirked at her.