The Greeks do it better
Jeez he was such a mom sometimes. Agnes was happy to be here but she was also caught off guard by him cupping her face like that and looking her over. So she got a little bit of a sunburn. Everybody did, right? No big deal!
After she was let go, she put her bag down and removed her shoes, enjoying the cooler floor against her naked feet as she followed him to the kitchen. Agnes sat down on a chair by the table and drank some more water, finally resting properly.
Even wearing the light dress felt like too much, but she knew there was a fan here somewhere. She could put it on later. “Like a wolf.” she answered when he asked. “I went to look at the Acropolis again. I never get tired of seeing it.” she said with a smile, watching him get the food ready.
As for the location of her sunburn? Shoulders, arms, cheeks, nose. It really didn’t take long for her skin to burn, which was why she usually used a lot of sunscreen and covered up more when in warmer climates.
“What did you make?”
A smile graced the Grecian’s lips at the mention of the acropolis. He agreed entirely—it was a sight that he could never get enough of, no matter how ancient. It reminded him of his mother—what he remembered of her from that time at the very least, and spilled love through his veins like warm honey. It was a good thing he lived so close to the city.
“Spanakopita,” he answered, pulling it out and fetching a knife from his drawers. “It’s a savory pastry with spinach, and feta cheese. I figured that you might like it, so I made it from fresh ingredients just for you.” Everything he said was true of course, and he would never admit to how much time he had spent making it.
“I’ve also got some lamb I was going to cook, but you can start with the spanakopita. I’ve been told that it can work as a meal alone sometimes, but you’ll have to be the judge of that,” he said as he shuffled through some of his silverware, extracting one of his nicer forks from the mess and handing it to Agnes.
As he handed over the silverware however, he couldn’t help but pause for a moment, blinking as the reality of the situation sank in. “How have you been since I last saw you? How are things up in Svalbard?”
