FINN
the spyglass
I’ll take the long way ‘round
”What did you just tell me?” Finn says of apologies, eyebrows raising a little as he gazes across at Amalia. To hear that she had made everything herself... the Spyglass is impressed and it shows; he accepts his plate and takes up a fork as well, marvelling at how it all looks with fresh eyes. ”I am a terrible cook, so I’m sure it won’t disappoint,” he confesses, before awkwardness colours his cheeks again. ”I mean, it’s probably delicious anyway, but I just...” Wouldn’t know the difference? Shut up, Finn.
He silences his own runaway thoughts with a bite of pie, taken for a moment by the deep smoky flavour, the rich taste of the vegetables. ”It’s beautiful,” he tells her with no small hint of wonder - mainly that people can actually take ingredients and make things like this. It will surprise him every time, he’s sure.
He silences his own runaway thoughts with a bite of pie, taken for a moment by the deep smoky flavour, the rich taste of the vegetables. ”It’s beautiful,” he tells her with no small hint of wonder - mainly that people can actually take ingredients and make things like this. It will surprise him every time, he’s sure.
I’ll find my own way down
