"I cleared my calendar for today." Emerald eyes twinkled as he informed her of this fact, heartened to see her looking so fashionable and effortlessly sparkling again. Her experience in the Greatwood had worried him deeply, but the signs of healing from that trauma were encouraging. "And sent the Court's staff home. We will not be interrupted." Any business they chose to bring up would be their own, and they wouldn't be interrupted for anything short of a genuine emergency.
He was ushered to the kitchen, which he surveyed with quiet approval. He set his own bags down, slipping the small, brightly wrapped package into his large palm. It would have been more discreet if the bells threaded through the bow hadn't continued to jingle as he stepped over to peruse the drinks. "You may be responsible," he assured her solemnly. "I will not hold it against you." And so saying, he reached for drink that both looked and smelled like a coconut bellini, exchanging his gift for the glass and leaving the rectangular, glass-sized box on the counter. He took a savoring sip and hummed quietly in approval before returning to his bags to pull out his ingredients: a large tin of powdered sugar, a block of butter, a carefully-stoppered small brown glass bottle, and a small, thick package the size of his fist wrapped in waxed paper. "Ready?" he asked, his grin spreading slow and broad across his face as he set the ingredients on the counter next to the glitter.
He was ushered to the kitchen, which he surveyed with quiet approval. He set his own bags down, slipping the small, brightly wrapped package into his large palm. It would have been more discreet if the bells threaded through the bow hadn't continued to jingle as he stepped over to peruse the drinks. "You may be responsible," he assured her solemnly. "I will not hold it against you." And so saying, he reached for drink that both looked and smelled like a coconut bellini, exchanging his gift for the glass and leaving the rectangular, glass-sized box on the counter. He took a savoring sip and hummed quietly in approval before returning to his bags to pull out his ingredients: a large tin of powdered sugar, a block of butter, a carefully-stoppered small brown glass bottle, and a small, thick package the size of his fist wrapped in waxed paper. "Ready?" he asked, his grin spreading slow and broad across his face as he set the ingredients on the counter next to the glitter.
