Friedrich Ratzel Novels & Stories

Nikolas teased. I walked over to the huge double fridge that occupied a sizeable space in the giant kitchen and determinedly yanked open the door. There were several bags of fresh pasta, as well as cream, eggs, butter, and smoked salmon. A pot of fresh basil graced the windowsill by the sink, and I busied myself pruning at the aromatic leaves. By the time I had measured out the pasta, whisked some eggs, beaten cream in, and chopped up the salmon, Nikolas sauntered by to take a peek. "Mmm," He moaned as he inspected my handiwork. "Looking good." He wandered across to the temperature-controlled wine cabinet and extracted a bottle. "I think this should rinse it down nicely," He said.