“Venison backstrap with blackberry sauce, roast potatoes, pumpkin, and asparagus,” Lucky announces proudly. Half his long hair is in Viking braids today, not in its usual messy bun. It makes the angles of his face more pronounced. He even tidied his close-cut beard. I smile at him. “You look very nice tonight, Lucky. Thank you for cooking.” He blinks at me, seeming taken aback by the compliment. Then a smile blooms across his face.
