[se] baby that's the fun of me

A child's laughter is a charming thing, and Amalia finds herself quickly taken in by the pealing joy. Taking a break from the shop, she is laden with flowers and rolls and bread, a veritable Fiat Lux wraith in green and gold, blooms and buns. Occasionally pausing to pass out a snack or drop off a crown, by the time she reaches the patch of sunlight and dewy grass she has nearly divested all her treasure- but not all. Aoife is easily recognizable, her starlit eyes and bouncy curls striking a chord in the baker's heart. The raccoon who taunts her is less familiar, but the girl can make an educated guess as to its human form. Amalia laughs as she watches their antics, coming to kneel beside the babe. "Hello, starchild," she coos gently, extending a large yellow flower to the girl. "Is this scoundrel giving you a hard time?" Amalia i've been watching your kindness keep a lonely company - look at the fire and think of me