Rolf angrily beat at the beef as it hissed on the stove. Browning it was taking more trouble than it was worth.
Luna was pacing back and forth behind him, from the kitchen to their small bedroom. Was she...carrying away the papers from the table?
"What's going on?" he said when she returned, magicking another pile into her hand.
"Oh, hello, didn't see you behind the steam," she smiled. "Just wanted to make sure the manuscript would be safe if you burned the flat down."
He shook his head. "Next time we're going to a restaurant."