Oh it is amazing and precious to him. Matt has been nurturing every quirk like a fledgling plant with more sunshine and water. Sometimes he'll hide small prizes for her flowers pressed in her books or new spices in the cabinet.

Pampering starting with a long, long time in bed.

He tilts his head back and moans a little. "And you think you're not magic." Magic fingers and a supernaturally professional sense of care.

"I had a cookie. It wasn't bad or anything. It tasted like it was home made." But. "There was a flavor in it I couldn't figure out."