Her compliments drew the smile back to his face, features softening in quiet pleasure at the joy the gift brought her. He paused in preparing the frosting to watch her examining the bottle, and when she flashed him a grin of her own he inclined his head in acknowledgment of the work that had gone into this particular present. Work that had been entirely worth it for her reaction to the floral perfume, unique to that one day and the mix of flowers that had sprung up in the desert in that exact mix.
A scent that would be Flora's, and hers alone, for as long as the bottle lasted.
"I was not aware that it was a competition," he demurred quietly, though a glitter of teasing in his eyes might possibly have belied his words. He took the moment to savor another sip of his drink before gesturing to the bowl with the aplomb of a man pretending not to hear the implied challenge in his friend's words. "Mmh. Spoon, please? The secret to a good frosting is the cream cheese." Once he had the requested utensil he began to fold the butter and cream cheese together with smooth, firm strokes. "You are in charge of sifting in the powdered sugar." A dangerous assignment - for the kitchen, at least. It was all too easy for the light, fluffy sugar to end up everywhere!
A scent that would be Flora's, and hers alone, for as long as the bottle lasted.
"I was not aware that it was a competition," he demurred quietly, though a glitter of teasing in his eyes might possibly have belied his words. He took the moment to savor another sip of his drink before gesturing to the bowl with the aplomb of a man pretending not to hear the implied challenge in his friend's words. "Mmh. Spoon, please? The secret to a good frosting is the cream cheese." Once he had the requested utensil he began to fold the butter and cream cheese together with smooth, firm strokes. "You are in charge of sifting in the powdered sugar." A dangerous assignment - for the kitchen, at least. It was all too easy for the light, fluffy sugar to end up everywhere!
