the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
"They are already in the oven," Amhran says apologetically, before giving a mildly fiendish sort of gesture towards the bowl and the spoon he'd been using to portion out the muffins. "But you can help clean up if you like? And with the eating." It's evident that by cleaning he actually means lick the spoon, and if Erebos doesn't take him up on it then Amhran will be doing as much himself.
He's got bowl and spoon in hand, in fact, as the boy trudges off to his paper, the Raeling following in his wake only to halt as he's presented with the scrawl of spellings. "Those are very good," he tells him with an earnest smile. "And the silent 'e' is hard," he agrees. "It still trips me up sometimes as well. But you did good - I think Deimos will be proud." And so is Amhran, evidently, for he offers out the spoon to lick like a reward.
He's got bowl and spoon in hand, in fact, as the boy trudges off to his paper, the Raeling following in his wake only to halt as he's presented with the scrawl of spellings. "Those are very good," he tells him with an earnest smile. "And the silent 'e' is hard," he agrees. "It still trips me up sometimes as well. But you did good - I think Deimos will be proud." And so is Amhran, evidently, for he offers out the spoon to lick like a reward.
