you drew memories in my mind I could never erase
painted colors in my heart I could never replace
Adam's cake takes on a decidedly spicy aroma, making Amalia practically purr as she takes a breath of the batter. She slides the cake into the ready oven while Adam offers everyone drinks and people begin to take their leave. Waving to Amun, much brighter than her earlier greeting, the girl rises and wipes her hands before grabbing Adam's sleeve and dragging him back to the counter. "No getting drunk yet. Your turn to do some work."
Not that there's a lot of work to do: she's already measured out the ingredients into small bowls, and set out a collection of flavors for him to decide between. "Here- mix the dry stuff first. And while you do you can tell me how you and Peter went from just hanging out to declarations of love."
Not that there's a lot of work to do: she's already measured out the ingredients into small bowls, and set out a collection of flavors for him to decide between. "Here- mix the dry stuff first. And while you do you can tell me how you and Peter went from just hanging out to declarations of love."
meet me where the falling stars live
Amalia
