Jiro has yet to shed his scowl. “You just come whenever you want, then?” Khiran sets his package on the counter before shrugging out of his coat. “One tends to do that in their own home.” He holds the coat, momentarily uncertain. Anna realizes he’s not sure what to do with it now that he’s unable to make it disappear with a bit of magic and a flick of his wrist. She quickly steps forward, kissing his cheek and taking it from his hands. “I’ll put it in the bedroom. How was your trip?” Khiran glances at the stranger in his kitchen. “Apparently not as eventful as your time at home.”
