"So, wait, this isn't a coven?" Adrien asked, looking at Marinette's family. "Adrien, I told you we were making soup in a cauldron, not coven," Marinette's eyes sparkled.
"We'll be a coven of cooks," Sabine said, coming to Adrien's defense. "After all, what's better then a hot bowl of soup on a rainy Halloween night?" "Come on, I've got to show you the cauldron!" Marinette tugged on her boyfriend's hand, leading him into the kitchen.
"That's the biggest pot I've ever seen," Adrien whispered. "We're planning to give most of the soup to the homeless shelter," Tom explained. "Now, who's ready to get started?"
Everyone formed an assembly line, chopping and piling and soon it was time to add the ingredients to the soup.
"Boil, boil, toil and trouble!" Adrien cackled, and Marinette gave him a poke. "Don't encourage it, what if there's some secret spell?" she whispered, half-joking. Adrien's eyes sparkled. "Then I hope its a love spell," he leaned forward, kissing her lightly.
Marinette felt herself floating, not on a broom, but she was up in the clouds. "You can be my warlock any day." Then she blushed bright red. "I mean…" Adrien shrugged, relaxed. "Meh, I wouldn't be a warlock, I'd be a black cat." Marinette glared, and Adrien wilted under her gaze. "Cat Noir and his naughty tail are enough to deal with, I don't need you being bad too!"
"Does this face look bad?" Adrien put on the face of a innocent angel. "You could be. And if I caught you, I'd turn you into a fluffy black cat!"
"Meow. I'm already fluffy," Adrien caught her by surprise, pulling her in for a hug. "A black cat suits me better anyway."
"Ahem." the pair jumped as Sabine leaned against the doorjamb, eyes twinkling. "It seems like two of our coven members went missing. Care to join?"
Adrien felt warm all over as he rejoined his coven, er, future family, happy, safe and warm.