My Land, My Rules

Gladio certainly wandering into the kitchen now, returning home from his usual Monday errands and all but carried by the nose up the stairs from the aromas wafting down.

"Smells like someone's been pretty busy today," he noted, and, as motivated by the smells as he'd been, it was Nell he went to first, slipping an arm around her (if he was interrupting her at something by doing so, even better) and leaning in for a kiss.

"Looks like it, too," he added, once he looked around at all the signs of her hard work. "What can I do to help?"