LOREN
If Phoebe really wanted to go back and forth about this, she’d find that Loren was a more than worthy opponent. ”And as a guest, I find it stressful that you won’t let me pitch in on the chores.” That was true, so even if she protested that he was infringing upon her sacred duties as a hostess or whatever, she now had conflicting goals. That was her problem, not his. ”And I enjoy not being a burden and pitching in where I can. So the best way to take care of me is to let me help.” Again, that was nothing but the honest truth. It wasn’t his fault if it conflicted with her desires. He was done apologizing for having conflicting wants: he’d warned her, and now she’d just have to live with it.
However, as she challenged his baking prowess—seriously, he didn’t understand why she seemed surprised every time he performed a task, or even just mentioned them now—he quirked up an eyebrow. ”That can be arranged. Though I’m curious why you doubt my baking abilities.” With that, he finished cleaning his current plate. Then, keeping the rest of the dishes in the air far above her, he grabbed the cloths to prevent his hands from burning on the oven, opened it, bent down, conjured a toothpick, and stuck it in the cobbler. Removing it, he closed the door then licked it carefully. ”Still needs a bit more time.” If the healer needed more of a demonstration than that, the Launceleyn would be happy to arrange it.
However, as she challenged his baking prowess—seriously, he didn’t understand why she seemed surprised every time he performed a task, or even just mentioned them now—he quirked up an eyebrow. ”That can be arranged. Though I’m curious why you doubt my baking abilities.” With that, he finished cleaning his current plate. Then, keeping the rest of the dishes in the air far above her, he grabbed the cloths to prevent his hands from burning on the oven, opened it, bent down, conjured a toothpick, and stuck it in the cobbler. Removing it, he closed the door then licked it carefully. ”Still needs a bit more time.” If the healer needed more of a demonstration than that, the Launceleyn would be happy to arrange it.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
