"Anyone can learn- believe me. I did." Smiling encouragingly at the man, Amalia leans forward on the counter, leaning her chin on her hands. She aches and itches to know about his ressurection, how he rose back from the dead, but good sense holds her tongue. Their beginning was already rocky at best, and she dare not disturb their common ground, too nervous about putting her foot in her mouth to risk saying something wrong.
Tilting her head thoughtfully, Amalia hums to herself, sharp black eyes back on Ronin. "Were you wanting to learn bread or cakes? We can start with some simple focaccia today, or scones. What kind of flavors do you you like? Do you have a decent oven at home, or would you want to bring your dough here to cook?" Ah, there it is, the barrage of questions. Amalia's face is ardent and luminous as she once again forgets herself, her imagination working faster than her nerves.
Tilting her head thoughtfully, Amalia hums to herself, sharp black eyes back on Ronin. "Were you wanting to learn bread or cakes? We can start with some simple focaccia today, or scones. What kind of flavors do you you like? Do you have a decent oven at home, or would you want to bring your dough here to cook?" Ah, there it is, the barrage of questions. Amalia's face is ardent and luminous as she once again forgets herself, her imagination working faster than her nerves.
Amalia & Jyoti
born from dark water, daughters of the rain and snow
