The Duke's Pudding

"You are making your own desserts?" Rosalind almost could not believe her ears when the Duke took her to what looked like an abandoned house. It was a small shed with a small table, one chair, a small bed, and a kitchen. She shivered from the cold.

The man was still shirtless and had been acting like this was a normal house when clearly, this place had been abandoned for a few months if not years. The house was as cold as the snow outside.

When he did not answer, she found herself staring at his side profile as he busily prepared some ingredients from his spatial bag. Seeing this, she sighed and found the cloak that he used to cover her when they were still fishing. She tossed it to him and he caught it with his left hand without even looking at her.

"This is?" he lifted an eyebrow.