Cooking! He could outdo Romeo in cooking. And in modesty. And in housekeeping. And in magic. And, most likely, in a few thousand other things.

Poetry, though, that was Romeo's.

"No, no, it's all right," Romeo said, laughing himself. "A bit of a misunderstanding, there. I'm told they happen, and I'd not thought that you were being insulting."

He might have thought that, if Liir was being entirely serious, he was rather overpraising Amber, but that was the magic of love.