the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
"Thank you," Amhran says in the patient, near sing-song tone he's almost definitely inherited from their mother, the Raeling keeping an eye on the water blob as it crashes into the sink and sprays the countertop, feeling quite pleased with the controlled chaos rather than abject mess. "Mm? I have some. Not lots yet though," he says. "And what I do have is mostly for healing - the lilies I plant will only flower after a full year goes by." Relatively limited compared to even the most average mage, in reality.
Having waited until the muffin tray is cool enough to handle, Amhran carefully pries the baked treats out one by one to set them on a cooling rack, grinning down at Erebos. "They do, right? They smell good too. Here--" The Raeling juggles a blueberry and a chocolate chip muffin onto the counter, waiting until he dares handle them before splitting both in two, then reforming them to make a half-and-half muffin for each of them. "We need to taste test, right?"
Having waited until the muffin tray is cool enough to handle, Amhran carefully pries the baked treats out one by one to set them on a cooling rack, grinning down at Erebos. "They do, right? They smell good too. Here--" The Raeling juggles a blueberry and a chocolate chip muffin onto the counter, waiting until he dares handle them before splitting both in two, then reforming them to make a half-and-half muffin for each of them. "We need to taste test, right?"
