The sound of the stream filled the quiet as Lyra stared at Inigo with a raised brow.
"A business?" she repeated. "You just bought a house, and now you want to open a business?"
Inigo chuckled, leaning back on the bench. "I never said I was going to open a blacksmith shop or run an apothecary."
"Then what?" Lyra tilted her head, curious.
"I want to open a food place," Inigo said simply, his gaze drifting to the swaying branches above them.
Lyra blinked. "A food place?"
He nodded.
She leaned forward slightly, both amused and intrigued. "Wait, you can cook?"
Inigo grinned. "I can do more than just boil water and burn toast, yes. Back in my homeland, I used to cook for myself all the time. And well—there's this one dish I've been missing like hell."
"Is it soup?" Lyra guessed. "Or maybe a stew?"
"Nope."
"Roasted boar?"
"Not even close," Inigo said, clearly enjoying the guessing game. "It's something called… a hamburger."
