The powerful and alluring scent of spices and condiments inundated the space. Alec moved through the kitchen, mixing ingredients in a way Maryse would have to see with her very own eyes to believe.
Notes filled an abused notebook, the only evidence of the many days that Alec has spent working on perfecting that recipe.
Lightwood took a bite of his latest attempt, it was okay, but he was determined. It had to be perfect, and as such, he started all over again.
When night came over, Lightwood wasn't there yet, but he was getting closer.
Getting closer every day.