Frosting was on the menu, and Hadama had come prepared. It was not a Mer food, but it was one he had learned in the early days of the Tide Pool Bar and he thought he had found a good recipe that his little cafe had perfected. True, he did not spend much time there anymore, but he still enjoyed cooking for himself and his friends when time and his duties allowed.
And today it just so happened that he could combine business with pleasure.
The King arrived at Flora's house promptly at the appointed time. He knocked on the door with a politely gentle tap of his knuckles, his muscles hidden today behind the soft dark blue of his favorite sweater and his long hair pulled back into a neat braid in preparation for the work to come. His other hand was filled with a shopping bag that held a few kitchen tools, several ingredients, and a small, brightly wrapped package that jingled from where it was hidden inside the heavy woven canvas.
"Flora?" he rumbled, trusting the timbre of his voice to carry through the door and alert Torchline's Queen to who was knocking on her door.
And today it just so happened that he could combine business with pleasure.
The King arrived at Flora's house promptly at the appointed time. He knocked on the door with a politely gentle tap of his knuckles, his muscles hidden today behind the soft dark blue of his favorite sweater and his long hair pulled back into a neat braid in preparation for the work to come. His other hand was filled with a shopping bag that held a few kitchen tools, several ingredients, and a small, brightly wrapped package that jingled from where it was hidden inside the heavy woven canvas.
"Flora?" he rumbled, trusting the timbre of his voice to carry through the door and alert Torchline's Queen to who was knocking on her door.
