"I can't imagine." Ronin's smirk is met with a quiet response, the baker rubbing thoughtfully at her arm. She can't imagine- to be torn from ones home, lose who you love, die, and be reborn. She forgets, sometimes, that though her life has changed significantly, it is nothing next to theirs.
Amalia tilts her head as he expresses a desire for cake, a selection of recipes rolling through her mind. "How about honey cakes?" It is an old family favorite of the girl and her family, a recipe passed down through years of Chandrakant bakers. Relatively simple, aromatic and sweet, the resulting cakes are small and dense, easy enough to replicate. A shy smile comes to her lips, and she glances at the man. "Aoife might like them, too."
Oh, and when he invites himself to join in the future! A happy flush rises to the baker's cheeks, unbidden delight in her eyes. "Only if you bring your better half," she teases, though whether that means Aoife or Remi is unclear, left purposefully vague.
Reaching down below the counter, Amalia produces a navy apron and hands it to the man. She then secures her on white one, the delicately spun starwhale glittering on its front. Emboldened by his offer of friendship the baker rubs her hands, high cheeks pulled into a merry grin. "Shall we begin?"
Amalia tilts her head as he expresses a desire for cake, a selection of recipes rolling through her mind. "How about honey cakes?" It is an old family favorite of the girl and her family, a recipe passed down through years of Chandrakant bakers. Relatively simple, aromatic and sweet, the resulting cakes are small and dense, easy enough to replicate. A shy smile comes to her lips, and she glances at the man. "Aoife might like them, too."
Oh, and when he invites himself to join in the future! A happy flush rises to the baker's cheeks, unbidden delight in her eyes. "Only if you bring your better half," she teases, though whether that means Aoife or Remi is unclear, left purposefully vague.
Reaching down below the counter, Amalia produces a navy apron and hands it to the man. She then secures her on white one, the delicately spun starwhale glittering on its front. Emboldened by his offer of friendship the baker rubs her hands, high cheeks pulled into a merry grin. "Shall we begin?"
Amalia & Jyoti
born from dark water, daughters of the rain and snow
