"Ah, I see. A tragic romance- the Bard would be proud. You know, I saw the premiere of Romeo and Juliet," Rebecca commented. "Not one of his better works, in my opinion- gods alone know how it became so popular. Be that as it may, Anna, I will leave you to your duties. I have mine as well."

As Anna phased through the doorway, Rebecca headed into the kitchen. It was small for a commercial affair, but it seemed that much of the equipment was enchanted, which helped. Ovens and stoves turned on of their own accord, while pots and pans flew where they were needed and spice racks refilled themselves. The lich blinked a fair few times in surprise- half the work was seemingly done for her. She'd have to be more of an overseer than a chef, which admittedly did take some of the fun out of it all.