The white sheep of the family
Loren had left Delphia's gathering without much of an idea what he wanted to do for his trick or his treat. On the way back to the Palace, he'd stopped in the market in Snowcloak. After wandering the stalls for a while, he'd finally picked up a few items that looked intriguing: a bucket with a lid, some rope, and some really garish looking paint that he'd been surprised to find. Astra had seemed particularly excited by the change in his usual routine.
Taking all that back with him, he made his way towards the kitchens. His luxere companion settled at his feet as he stared at the cupboards. Still not sure which option he'd go with, he found himself almost aimlessly pulling out some backing supplies: vinegar, milk, honey, flour, sugar, baking powder, salt, and some dark tea. Staring at it for a while, he finally poured some vinegar in a cup, filled the rest with milk, then stirred it for a bit and set it aside.
That done, he moved on to the rest of the ingredients. Grabbing a bowl, he added flour, the baking powder, and salt. He was so focused on his work that he wasn't particularly paying attention to his surroundings.
Taking all that back with him, he made his way towards the kitchens. His luxere companion settled at his feet as he stared at the cupboards. Still not sure which option he'd go with, he found himself almost aimlessly pulling out some backing supplies: vinegar, milk, honey, flour, sugar, baking powder, salt, and some dark tea. Staring at it for a while, he finally poured some vinegar in a cup, filled the rest with milk, then stirred it for a bit and set it aside.
That done, he moved on to the rest of the ingredients. Grabbing a bowl, he added flour, the baking powder, and salt. He was so focused on his work that he wasn't particularly paying attention to his surroundings.
Will blood tell
