Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
"Cheat," she accused under breath, on seeing how exactly Amun went about beating the cream. "And no thanks. I'll only get depressed. Not tasting anything takes all the fun out of eating."
Finding a simple reference to a base on which mousse might be placed to create more of a tart, Maea rummaged through the supplies Amun had brought, and produced crackers and butter. It was a simple matter of crushing one and mixing in the other, and it gave her something to do while he worked on the cream.
She aimed a playful kick at him when he brought up the Temple. "Don't remind me," she groaned. "So? Is this a peace offering, then?"
Finding a simple reference to a base on which mousse might be placed to create more of a tart, Maea rummaged through the supplies Amun had brought, and produced crackers and butter. It was a simple matter of crushing one and mixing in the other, and it gave her something to do while he worked on the cream.
She aimed a playful kick at him when he brought up the Temple. "Don't remind me," she groaned. "So? Is this a peace offering, then?"
