Loid frowned at the burning smell in the air, and sighed when he found the source. It had been a

long

time since he had last burned dinner.

He threw away the charred remains of the broccoli, and searched the fridge for a replacement vegetable. In that background, Loid listened to the steady stream of water running from the shower.

He had been tempted to ask Anya if she needed any help, but thankfully, Yor had it covered. His wife - a fucking

assassin!!

- was on standby outside the bathroom, ready with a pack of fresh bandages and a first aid kit to tend to the wounds on Anya 's arms.