you drew memories in my mind I could never erase
painted colors in my heart I could never replace
Amalia's eyes widen in surprise at Adam's enthusiastic hug, a laugh leaving her as her cheeks flush pink, her gaze anywhere but at the men - and woman, the stranger among them met with a rare enthusiasm from Jigano, causing something in the baker's heart to ache and clench. Still she manages a friendly enough smile, looking between the woman and the bard, her dark eyes unreadable, her expression quiet. "Hello, Ingrid."
Smiling crookedly she rubs her wrist, fingers tracing over the bracer on her left hand as the others finish their introductions and Adam sets about assigning tasks. Baking alongside him sounds like a disaster waiting to happen, yet Amalia feels herself growing excited as they make their way back to the kitchen. The commentary on his cooking skills earns an arched brow: "I don't think you can call it food anymore at that point," she points out with a laugh, spreading the ingredients for a couple different options out on the counter before them.
Turning to Adam, Amalia tilts her head. "So... I, ah, over-prepared. I brought you a loaf so you don't have to make bread, but... did you want to make dessert? Do you know what kind Peter likes? We could do a carrot cake, or blueberry lemon scones, or spiced ginger cookies..." She trails off with a shrug that clearly says: or all three.
Smiling crookedly she rubs her wrist, fingers tracing over the bracer on her left hand as the others finish their introductions and Adam sets about assigning tasks. Baking alongside him sounds like a disaster waiting to happen, yet Amalia feels herself growing excited as they make their way back to the kitchen. The commentary on his cooking skills earns an arched brow: "I don't think you can call it food anymore at that point," she points out with a laugh, spreading the ingredients for a couple different options out on the counter before them.
Turning to Adam, Amalia tilts her head. "So... I, ah, over-prepared. I brought you a loaf so you don't have to make bread, but... did you want to make dessert? Do you know what kind Peter likes? We could do a carrot cake, or blueberry lemon scones, or spiced ginger cookies..." She trails off with a shrug that clearly says: or all three.
meet me where the falling stars live
Amalia
