[SE] Yeast of the Sun, Zest of the Moon

She's imperfect, but she tries She is good, but she lies She is hard on herself She is broken and won't ask for help Jigano selects his cake and Amalia grins, appreciating as the man does no so much as question her suggestion that he will go home to Rory tonight. Nodding, she pulls the selected fresh loaf off the cooling rack, taking it to wrap in muslin cloth and deposit into his bag.. It is with gratitude that she takes her slice, placing it into her voice with a happy hum, the taste of sunlight and sunflower seeds tingling on her tongue. She wishes Jyoti could eat it, but the whale seems wholly disinterested in food, preferring instead to bask in aromas, ride on currents of scented air. They eat in happy conversation, chatting more about their upcoming plans. And when it is time to clean it is nice to have a friend, a second pair of hands to assist in her effort and a small, sweet friend to entertain the starwhale. It is with bittersweet reluctance she at last bids him goodbye (and not without hugs and a great deal more baked goods); smiling, she watches the bard depart into the setting sun before turning to return to her bakery, happy and content from a long day's work. a m a l i a She is messy, but she's kind She is lonely most of the time She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie She is gone, but she used to be mine