Valerion smiled, then quickly drew a shape in the air with his fingers; now the table was set, and a generous portion of risotto occupied a plate in front of Adrien. "I hope you enjoy your dinner", he said as he poured himself a glass of white wine. "Ah -- would you like some?", he said, gesturing to the bottle with one finger.

"Oh, yes, thanks - just a little bit".

With a flicker of Valerion's hand, the bottle floated across the table to pour a small amount of wine into Adrien's glass, then landed again. Adrien outstretched his arm to pick up the glass and took a sip: it had a delicate, slightly astringent taste - it reminded him of the wild apples that he'd find in the woods around home. He then started eating his dinner; the rice was creamy, warm, and wonderful. He sighed, a smile on his face. "S- -- Valerion, I -- I wanted to thank you for all these amazing dinners; everything is always perfect".

"You should really thank the kitchen, not me", Valerion smiled, playing with his fork.

Adrien laughed. "Oh -- alright, then. But -- it was you who enchanted the kitchen, no?".