Llewellyn’s gaze shifted to the bags. He’d somehow missed that were more than just Rhy’s sewing work or papers from the council. Went to show how focused he’d been on his other task, it seemed. 

“Curry and sandwiches...? You’re so kind, my love.” He felt his smile grow at that. Feeling more than a little fond over the thoughtful gesture from his husband.

“The curry sounds delicious though, I’ve become rather partial to it the last few months so I believe that will make an excellent lunch for the two of us.” He moved to pick up a few books off an end table to make due until he could get them a proper table to sit at. “As for Pretzel, I have some of his food in the cabinet by the closet.”