the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
Laughing softly to see the spelling sheet now proudly displayed on the fridge, Amhran settles back to lean against the table, one eye on the muffins and the little ticking timer that should trill at them to say they're ready - only a few more minutes now. "Oh, have you?" He brightens to hear that, always interested in the way magic sprung so easily to his family's fingertips. He has his own, of course, but it seems to grow and unfurl in its own ways - there's no commonality to be found between elements, as with father and son.
"Go on," he urges, "show me something you've learned."
And as for baking, the Raeling tilts his head for a moment before shaking it to indicate that it hasn't been difficult - at least not so far. "I think it's a lot if you try to do a lot of different recipes. I have only tried muffins and cookies, and they are quite easy. Next time I make some, shall I call you and we can try it together?"
"Go on," he urges, "show me something you've learned."
And as for baking, the Raeling tilts his head for a moment before shaking it to indicate that it hasn't been difficult - at least not so far. "I think it's a lot if you try to do a lot of different recipes. I have only tried muffins and cookies, and they are quite easy. Next time I make some, shall I call you and we can try it together?"
