the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
"Muffins," Amhran declares with all the severity of a judge passing down a sentence, though the mischief in his eyes betrays him entirely as he straightens up from the oven to glance over his shoulder at Erebos. The advantage of living in Halo, he has found, is that even in Longheat they can have the fires - and therefore the ovens - roaring, and there is no end to the number of baked treats they might procure.
"I picked some blueberries from the greenhouse, but there's also chocolate chip," he adds with a secretive raise of his eyebrows, before glancing over the youth's shoulder towards his spellings at the kitchen table. "What words did you get today?" he inquires, as if the answer will determine whether he releases one of his muffiny hostages to Erebos when they are done. It won't, of course, but it's a fun tease at least.
"I picked some blueberries from the greenhouse, but there's also chocolate chip," he adds with a secretive raise of his eyebrows, before glancing over the youth's shoulder towards his spellings at the kitchen table. "What words did you get today?" he inquires, as if the answer will determine whether he releases one of his muffiny hostages to Erebos when they are done. It won't, of course, but it's a fun tease at least.
