[PQ] Riddle Me This

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 Amalia blinks at the envelope, already feeling in over her head. She cannot say she is surprised by Jigano's choice of activity, and she raises an eyebrow as the cards are dispersed, smirking dryly at the bard. The baker is not clever, or particularly good with puzzles, but she will try for camaraderie's sake. Drawing the card out of its casing, Amalia stares down at the words. Black to red to yellow and back is a strange collection of colors. Tilting her head, the young baker thinks, trying to come up with some sort of answer and really only thinking of one. It feels strange, and not altogether right, but... Amalia murmurs down at the paper, her alto voice a careful hum. "Is it metal?" 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