Nikola waved me over to the entrance of the kitchen with his usual grin. Looks like he’s cleaned up his mess by now.
Siegfried nodded at me with a small smile… It was strange to see him look, like, relaxed. Meanwhile, Salvatore couldn’t tear his eyes away from the pastries in the oven.
…We were still talking about baking, right?
Nikola made a beeline for the library, and I turned to leave as well… But a hand on my shoulder stopped me for a moment.