LOREN
As Beatrix puttered around the kitchen, Loren tried to get a word in before she’d actually started making him something. Unfortunately, he failed, since she was way faster than he'd been expecting. ”I really don’t” He was perfectly capable of feeding himself, and he wished people would stop shoving food down his throat. His objection seemed to be too little, too late, since the bread was plated and covered in tasty things before he could do anything about it.
Unfortunately, it was clear his half-sister didn’t know him all that well. As she held out the plate, he shook his head. ”I don’t like sweets in general. Thank you though. You can have it, though.” That was true, but the real truth was he just wasn’t that hungry these days. He tilted his head at her admission that she didn't know how to toast it. ”Would you like to learn how?” It would be simple enough to show her.
He probably should’ve realized that talking about magic would be a dicey subject. Indeed, if he’d been thinking at all clearly he would’ve recognized that she might be worried about how he’d react to her comments. Thankfully, the kettle started whistling, which gave him some time to collect his thoughts as he took it off the stove and poured himself a cup of tea. ”That’s okay. Would you like to practice.” His voice came out mildly as he blew on the tea, though he watched Beatrix for any sign that she might get worried, upset, or angry.
Unfortunately, it was clear his half-sister didn’t know him all that well. As she held out the plate, he shook his head. ”I don’t like sweets in general. Thank you though. You can have it, though.” That was true, but the real truth was he just wasn’t that hungry these days. He tilted his head at her admission that she didn't know how to toast it. ”Would you like to learn how?” It would be simple enough to show her.
He probably should’ve realized that talking about magic would be a dicey subject. Indeed, if he’d been thinking at all clearly he would’ve recognized that she might be worried about how he’d react to her comments. Thankfully, the kettle started whistling, which gave him some time to collect his thoughts as he took it off the stove and poured himself a cup of tea. ”That’s okay. Would you like to practice.” His voice came out mildly as he blew on the tea, though he watched Beatrix for any sign that she might get worried, upset, or angry.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
