Nov. 15th, 2025
"It may be a perfect quarter of a teaspoon for you," she replied as she tapped the jar, "But we're talking about my risotto, and my recipe."
"And I am sorry to say this, my dear," Loki said, gathering the chopped herbs into a bowl, "but your recipe runs a touch, shall we say, mild?"
"Loki! I can't believe you just said that!"
He nodded, his eyes glinting, "It's entirely too cautious. I mean after it's risotto! It needs a little dramatic flair!"
"But saffron is dramatic flair! I mean it's... it's the Beyoncé of the spice world!"
"Precisely, love, so allow her or rather the saffron, take center stage in your recipe."
Eva sighed, shaking her head because blast it, he had a point she had to admit. But would she entirely admit that out loud?
"Fine. Fine! Add your dramatic flair!"
Loki grinned as though he'd won a grand prize and perhaps, with his wife and partner, he had. But then, when he reached out to take the jar from her, he paused, "Together?"
Eva blinked then smiled, nodded, "Together."
Together, they gathered their pinches, and added the red threads to the broth that she would use to prepare the risotto with.
As she watched it swirl into the depths, she nudged him with her elbow, "You know, if the risotto is too saffrony, you will be the one explaining it to the lunch party."
Loki smirked, then said, "Gladly. I will simply tell them that we finally decided to truly embrace the flavor."













