”Terribly clever, you mean,” Jigano corrected Kiada with a wink and a wicked grin. He watched her push the flour over the edge and dodged back just a second too late – returning her smirk as his legs and foot took on a ghostly pallor. He did knock the flour from himself as well as he was able, but only enough that he wouldn’t continue to spread it around the areas they had already cleaned as he herded the fine white powder into a neat pile he could scoop into a pan and dispose of into a dry bucket. Between the sweeping and the wiping of the counters they soon had the kitchen back in good order.
When the bread emerged it smelled heavenly, and the bard took a deep breath of the homey, delicious scents of their various recipes. ”Would the position of ‘official bakery taste-tester’ be open?” he teased his friend shamelessly, but the contest was about to have a winner declared and he fell silent to let Amalia make her decision.
A decision he had helped along just a teensy bit by focusing his last antics on Kiada – and vice versa – and he grinned slyly at his ‘assistant’ in mischief as Amalia let the moment stretch with anticipation. He didn’t miss the way his dear friend’s cheeks grew warm as she contemplated Deimos, and he had to fight to silence the hum of satisfaction that threatened to give him away as he turned his gaze innocently towards the banner makers, hard at work on the other end of the shop.
The declaration of the winner had him laughing at last, bowing to Deimos and then to Kiada, playful rather than mocking as he straightened to see which loaf the big man would choose. A bird in the hand it was, and blue eyes lit up with surprise at the invitation to join the victor in his spoils. ”My thanks, white knight of the flour wars,” he teased, watching eagerly as the loaf was divvied between them. Biting into his own portion he found himself sighing in contentment, chewing and swallowing before giving Kiada another wink. ”Positively divine!” He reached out to dab the flour from Amalia’s nose with a smile for her as well. ”We couldn’t have had a better teacher!”
When the bread emerged it smelled heavenly, and the bard took a deep breath of the homey, delicious scents of their various recipes. ”Would the position of ‘official bakery taste-tester’ be open?” he teased his friend shamelessly, but the contest was about to have a winner declared and he fell silent to let Amalia make her decision.
A decision he had helped along just a teensy bit by focusing his last antics on Kiada – and vice versa – and he grinned slyly at his ‘assistant’ in mischief as Amalia let the moment stretch with anticipation. He didn’t miss the way his dear friend’s cheeks grew warm as she contemplated Deimos, and he had to fight to silence the hum of satisfaction that threatened to give him away as he turned his gaze innocently towards the banner makers, hard at work on the other end of the shop.
The declaration of the winner had him laughing at last, bowing to Deimos and then to Kiada, playful rather than mocking as he straightened to see which loaf the big man would choose. A bird in the hand it was, and blue eyes lit up with surprise at the invitation to join the victor in his spoils. ”My thanks, white knight of the flour wars,” he teased, watching eagerly as the loaf was divvied between them. Biting into his own portion he found himself sighing in contentment, chewing and swallowing before giving Kiada another wink. ”Positively divine!” He reached out to dab the flour from Amalia’s nose with a smile for her as well. ”We couldn’t have had a better teacher!”
