She rolled her eyes at the pathetic excuse for a compliment from her husband. The other two wizards were wise enough to keep their opinions to themselves, but she didn't miss the grin Oliver shared with Augustus and his father. Once upon a time it might have embarrassed her to know that she was incapable of mastering the art of cooking. No longer. She silently decided that she'd married well, at least on that account. As long as he was home to do so, she would turn the cooking duties over to Antonin.