Maeve
She was always under the impression that you added in the flavoring before you cooked them. The cooks always added chocolate chips or blueberries to the batter for the children. Maeve hums softly in acknowledgement, "Lemon juice and sugar? Interesting. I didn't realize there could be so many different ways to have them." Carefully she stirs the flour into the mixture already in the bowl, trying her best not to cause the flour to billow from the bowl. Her own brow arches in response to his and she grins, "Yes, Ronin. A cook and children in a brothel. People did live there." She teases, laughing with a small shake of her head.
The smile that spread over his face was bright. Almost blinding. For a moment, Maeve felt a well of jealousy in her chest over his happiness. She pushes it down, taking up her coffee cup instead, bringing it to her lips and drinking deeply. "I'm so glad to hear that. Truly." Remi hadn't told her the ins and outs of their relationship, but she knew that they had been struggling before. When he turns the question back to her, Maeve's fingers tighten around her mug and she presses her lips into a thin line, offering him a tight smile. "Isn't that a question for the ages." She muses softly, mind turning to Sunjata, her talk with Safrin, things with Locke. It was all a bit of a mess. "Are you really going to act like you don't know some things, Ronin? I know Remi had to have talked to you." There isn't any heat in her words or irritation in her eyes. Just an expectancy that he already knew about a portion of what was happening in her. Without much thought, her fingers lift to her neck, landing on the pearls that rest just below the collar of her sweater.
The smile that spread over his face was bright. Almost blinding. For a moment, Maeve felt a well of jealousy in her chest over his happiness. She pushes it down, taking up her coffee cup instead, bringing it to her lips and drinking deeply. "I'm so glad to hear that. Truly." Remi hadn't told her the ins and outs of their relationship, but she knew that they had been struggling before. When he turns the question back to her, Maeve's fingers tighten around her mug and she presses her lips into a thin line, offering him a tight smile. "Isn't that a question for the ages." She muses softly, mind turning to Sunjata, her talk with Safrin, things with Locke. It was all a bit of a mess. "Are you really going to act like you don't know some things, Ronin? I know Remi had to have talked to you." There isn't any heat in her words or irritation in her eyes. Just an expectancy that he already knew about a portion of what was happening in her. Without much thought, her fingers lift to her neck, landing on the pearls that rest just below the collar of her sweater.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
