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[ she's relieved, honestly, that he won't go out and run himself into the ground. Annette leads him into her home, a quaint and humble cottage with a stocked pantry thanks to the sparse peaceful interactions she has had here. ]

It is pretty late for caffeine, but ... if it offers you comfort, of course I'll make some.

[ she encourages him to sit down on her sofa while she prepares the drink, taking care to ensure that it is a warming tasty blend. foodstuffs were her speciality, after all, and Annette knew that an indulgent treat was just as good as a hug in a time of need. she gently places the cup and saucer down on the table in front of him, before sitting beside him. ]

Hope it's okay. And for what it's worth, I don't think the rest of the Lions would do anything. Besides ... [ her face darkens while she brings this up again, but. ] you've seen me at my worst. So it would be hypocritical of me to judge you for anything you are feeling right now. Especially when it's relatable. Lions, Eagles or Deer ... none of that matters right now. We're all human, we feel emotions. Emotions you are allowed to feel. They may not be pleasant or nice, but they're there. So ... if you need to vent, I'm here for you. No matter our past grievances.

[He steps into her home, albeit, a bit reluctantly. For a moment he feels a small sense of calm as he just looks around. Her home is quite quaint. Very... comfy? He supposes is how he'd describe it. Far superior to where he is staying.

At her insistence he takes a seat on her couch and then waits for her to return. And even just being alone for the few moments is... difficult. Thoughts immediately begin to wander and he has Jeeves, his DTF, turn into its handhold mode. Again... he tries to contact her. But it is fruitless. She simply no longer exists.

Hubert's gaze glances upward as she returns, the smell of coffee being freshly brewed is truly quite heavenly. And he offers her soft thanks as he picks up the cup, blowing on it gently before taking a small sip.

It tastes... exceptional. Probably the best cup of coffee he's had since coming here. Before the war... even. As they were losing it was hard to get goods with supply lines being cut.

Hubert feels her sitting beside him more than he sees her, his bangs being in the way as they are. Annette's words are... sweet and kind in a way he is vastly unfamiliar with. That it's okay to feel and have emotions. He wants to scoff... as if it could be that easy to just feel so blatantly and freely. For her it probably is. He has, after all, lived a vastly different life than most.]

I was not raised that way. To feel or do anything you just said. I was to be her shadow. To follow behind when needed or carve a path ahead to light her way. It was different... when I first arrived. I could prepare for an eventuality that may never come to pass. But prepare for it all the same. Waiting for something that may never be is still better than losing that which you longed for. Thus when she came and went so quickly... [His voice audibly breaks and his gloved hands grip the teacup tightly.] It just hardly seems fair... is all.

[His breathing audibly hitches and a very heavy surge of unwanted emotions bubble forth. Like a dam finally crumbling.]

I let myself unwisely remove the barrier between us. And the moment I did... she was gone.

Edited 2022-06-27 10:13 (UTC)

[ Annette listens respectfully, feeling an unprecedented amount of compassion for the man sitting beside her. her mind was nowhere else apart from how much she wanted to provide him comfort. she wasn't as close to anyone as Hubert was to Edelgard and felt entirely ignorant of his duties, but she can see just how badly affected he is. she hesitates a little before reaching out a hand to gently and soothingly stroke his back. she allows him to finish before she shares her thoughts on the situation. ]

The flow of time here is a strange one.

[ she gazes up at the ceiling. ]

When I arrived here, the first person I saw was Felix. And one of the first things he told me was that there are two versions of himself here. Two versions from two different points in time. Same for Sylvain, and the Professor. Knowing that multiple versions of a single person can arrive here ... means that this could apply to anyone.

[ although she can't see him through his dark curtain of hair, she returns her gaze to him. ]

Your case is a special one, Hubert. You're right. You are her shadow. But that's a good thing because it means that there is no doubt in my mind that every branch of fate streaming through time has you at her side. From how close the two of you were in the Academy and here also ... if time pulls another Edelgard to you, no matter where she's from ... she will need you, Hubert. She will always need you.

[He was prepared to not feel anything at these attempts at comfort. He hasn't necessarily steeled himself against it exactly, his emotional state is simply far too fragile. But he was confident that there was nothing that could reach his heart as anything but empty words.

He is very wrong.

Perhaps it's because he doesn't know Annette very well and the mixture of not ever being spoken to in such a way. But there is something so painfully kind and honest about what is being said. And she also isn't wrong.

What he and Edelgard have is special. The one that was here wasn't even from the same time as he. He lost the war. But she was victorious. And they moved as if that didn't matter. She was still Edelgard. He was still Hubert. Nothing changed. Not a single beat. And that will be true no matter what happens. There is... there is a remarkable amount of comfort in that.

He is also blessed with the knoweldge that he knows that she needs him. That all he is does is useful. She has told him as much in the past. He knows his role and all the good it does for her. Should perhaps the Lady Edelgard that he knows ever arrive or another version that lost the war this will still be true.

But still... To have lost her at all. It still hurts. But that isn't what Annette is trying to fend off again. It's more... that it's okay to hurt. A concept he wants to scoff at regardless of its apparent merit.

He remembers the last time he cried. It was a lengthy affair. Running through the woods of the Empire territory trying to chase down a long gone carriage back to the Kingdom. The tears started to come as he was being dragged back kicking and screaming. The angry lecture and subsequent things to come about how he must forget about Lady Edelgard for the time being caused him to have a tantrum that only a small child is truly capable of.

He supposes it is fitting that the next time he should shed tears it is again at her disappearance to a place he cannot follow. And where he must move on for his own sake. They fall slowly down his sharp cheeks, as if his body is struggling how to remember to make this phenomena happen, and into his very delicious coffee. The rest is less graceful for the act crying is far from that. The shaking of shoulders and sniffling. It's all very messy and not pretty to look or listen to. But it happens all the same.]

[ his silence speaks more than words could ever say. Annette knows that what she said has affected him, for better or worse - but nothing could prepare her for the crack in her heart she feels when those tears pour out of him and fall down his cheeks. slowly and carefully, she gently removes the cup of coffee from his hands and places it down on its saucer - before she does what comes to her through instinct. she circles both arms around Hubert in a gentle hug which doesn't smother him by any means. by staying upright she allows him to lean into her if he felt so inclined. she would stay here for as long as he wanted her to. both hands stroke the fabric of his clothing, and in passing she wonders just how many people have comforted him like this in his life. ]

[Hubert is not good at comfort. He doesn't know how to give it all that well. And he certainly doesn't know how to receive it. When she wraps her arms around him his body is torn between melting into it or remaining rigid and unyielding.

He already misses the cup in his hands. The warmth of it permeating through his gloves but he also may have been in danger of spilling it or dropping it... But now he knows not what to do with his hands. He simply stares at the white gloves a bit smudged and dirty from all his running about today. They shake a little to his keen gaze. Due to these emotions, maybe. Or the strain of the day. Lack of proper rest, food, water. None of which he wants very much. Well... maybe sleep. He feels so incredibly exhausted and the thought of eventually walking home is a weary thought indeed. But there is much to do and...

All thoughts stumble to a halt as her hands, so gentle and kind, gently stroke in what he supposes is a comforting gesture. It's stopped him from the tumbling flow of unhelpful thinking he is prone to so... perhaps yes, comforting.

He really isn't sure what to do when someone holds you like this. But he supposes, maybe, he could be pliable. It would be no more humiliating than what is currently transpiring. He frees an arm from her embrace and with blatant hesitation awkwardly wraps it around her as well. He tries to be mindful of where he touches her, her sleep wear doesn't cover a great deal but resting his hand upon her arm would be fine, he thinks.

He still has no words. Nothing he can utter that would mean anything right this second. All he can do is squeeze her tight in his embrace. A silent offer of gratitude in his vulnerable and fragile moment.]

[ the way he returns her gesture of affection makes her sigh in relief. she wasn't expecting it. not in the least. she would've had no problem dishing out affection towards him for the sake of comfort. and so she remains. when the minutes blend together, she doesn't mind. her thoughts begin to drift about the circumstances of Hubert's health while enduring this. did he have somewhere to stay? food to eat? was he bathing at all?

she breaks the silence with a soft, gentle statement after a good long while of holding him. ]

You can stay here if you don't want to be alone tonight.

Edited 2022-06-28 00:34 (UTC)

[Staying here feels like such a terrible idea. A very good way to give Felix a reason to kill him again or any of the others really. He brings his free hand up to wipe at his eyes. Such draining things emotions. And though he is not without them it is nevertheless quite taxing to feel them quite so deeply.]

I would think it unwise for someone like you to have someone unsavory like myself in your home... to say nothing of spending the night.

[His voice is much more hoarse and scratchy than he would like it to be. Such is the way of it.]

I really should finish my drink and get out of your hair. [He removes his arm from around her to pick up his cup once more. Everything still feels shaky and fragile but... The few tears shed have, at the very least, ceased for now.] It's quite good... your coffee. [It should be noted. He should say it.] It's been a very long time since I had one that tasted quite so good. Everyone was so infatuated with tea at the monastery...

[ Annette notices that he is struggling to dry his eyes and would probably like to remedy that ... she steps to her feet once he releases her from his hold and walks over to the kitchen counter, where she plucks a few tissues from a tissue box. after a moment's consideration, she decides to bring the entire box and places it down on the coffee table, handing the stray tissues so that Hubert can properly dry his eyes. ]

Now that's just nonsense, Hubert. You aren't unsavoury. You're a person going through a tough ordeal, and it's not something you have to face alone. Even though the temptation to resist is pretty strong, I'll bet. [ she returns to sitting next to him. ] I wouldn't offer you something I didn't mean. If I could use my magic to take your pain away, I would in a heartbeat. But the next best thing I can offer is company and care. It's no trouble at all, really.

[ the compliment makes her smile. honestly, she's ... not the most confident in herself across all avenues in her life, so hearing praise like this from an unexpected source really tickles her. ]

Thank you. My door is always open if you'd like another, any time.

[Again, he thanks her softly for the tissues taking the few that she offered. He dabs away the rest of the remnants of this breakdown and lets out a soft sigh.]

You are either trying to flatter me, which is most unnecessary, or are naive about the kind of person I am. [And what her friends think of him.] For what it's worth I don't doubt your sincerity... But all the same, I should take my leave of your home sooner rather than later.

[He sips at the coffee once more the taste still impeccable now that it's not quite so searing hot.]

Mercie... That was the the tall pale haired one at the Academy, yes? [He remembers her because she was always exceptionally friendly. And offered him baked goods on more than one occasion.] While I often do tend to come off as callous as possible... That was not my intention this particular time. I am sorry about your own losses. I am sure you two will meet again.

[ she folds her arms. ]

I'm far from naïve. I know plenty. But I'm not here to berate anyone over past grievances, especially not you. We all lived such different lives across many timelines, and I know that His Highness wants to keep the peace here.

[ a pause. ]

One of the Felixes here left the Lions to side with the Empire, you know. The other one stayed with His Highness. [ a soft breath. Annette has had strong feelings for Felix for a long time. it introduced a new area of conflict to her that she never thought possible. and yet: ] ... It would be a waste of my energy to belittle him for what he chose, even if I don't understand it. Everyone had a reason for the choice they made back then. The war was brutal. It scattered us across time. But it's over. We're here now. And I am offering you the same kindness that I offer the Felix who chose the Empire. I am an informed woman who will not turn her heart away from helping someone in a dark place when the boundaries we had earlier are no more.

[ ah ... yes. time to reminisce a little here. ]

Mercedes. Yes. Mercie is my nickname for her. We went to sorcery school together. We go waaaaaay back. She was- is- [ she corrects herself, ] my best friend. At first I felt so lost here without her. I've really... needed her here. But the more I thought about it, the more I realised that if Felix and Sylvain can appear here twice, then she can too. And I know she'll be my best friend still no matter where she's from. It doesn't feel like naïve optimism when I've seen firsthand what it looks like when this realm pulls people from other places.

I am sad without her, but I will always hang onto hope that I will see her again. Thank you for seeing it this way, too.

Edited 2022-06-28 15:27 (UTC)

[Well, unsurprisingly, she’s a bigger person than he because he absolutely takes issues with traitorous classmates. He also has to withhold a scathing remark about the feral prince wanting to keep the peace. All he can do is take a deeper sip of coffee and listen.

Keep the peace indeed. The same prince who was screaming for his Lady’s head so he could wear it as his own or some such? That prince wants peace? Nonsensical.

However… Lady Edelgard had also desired peace. His very being rebels against the idea to offer peace to his killers and simply rollover for them. But to go against her command, especially when it would not be to her benefit was also something he could not do. So in silence he must continue to suffer.]

I am aware of the Felix situation though I am disinclined to speak to either of them… It’s no easy thing to look upon your killer and play nice. [The blade cutting through him so easily is mostly what he remembers. The buzz of power at his fingertips slowly fading. And his concern for Edelgard turning into deep despair as the word grew colder and darker. And then he was here.] I am of the mind that there are things that cannot be forgiven or reconciled. Not everyone is worthy of your forgiveness or acceptance.

I am one such person. And I would argue that it is naïve to allow me into your home. Much less stay. Without Lady Edelgard here to keep me on that much talked about leash who knows what manner of things I am capable of. Or what I might do.

Just because you don’t believe in the barriers that seperated us doesn’t mean they don’t exist. I feel them so very keenly… these great walls that cannot be breached.

It is most unwise to grant me anything other than your disdain. Such things will keep you safer.

[Perhaps a much more compelling argument had he not been brought to tears on her sofa moments ago. But the hope is to spook her enough that she just tells him to leave.]

Felix killed you? [ so that's something new she's learnt about Hubert today. ] I died in the war too. It happened so fast I didn't see where the blow came from. Ironically it was ... to save Felix's life.

[ without hesitation, really. that statement can speak for itself on how she feels about the angry cat man. ]

Pfft. I'm more afraid of the dark than I am of you, Hubert. [ she's smiling when she says this. how does she have more confidence in her own optimism than the fear he's trying to instil in her? probably because she knows with her own magic she could take him on tome to tome. or the lions would chew him apart and leave not a hair from his head if he dared to harm her. but still. ] Besides, I'm already dead. We all are. You may live your life with walls high up, and granted - I can very much see why this would be. I can understand this even from the very limited things that I know about you. But whether you like it or not, I'm going to treat you with kindness and give you a safe space to process things however you may need to. That's final.

[She died to save Felix's life? If he wasn't so acutely aware of how slightly different everyone's own path was right down to the gender of the professor he might have a similar vendetta against her. It could be that her actions that ultimately led to his death. But... the infinite possibilities make it too tiresome to accuse her of any wrong doing. Especially when he cannot remember if he saw Annette during the invasion to begin with.

And realistically... if it hadn't been Felix's sword it would have been Dimitri's spear or Byleth's unforgiving weapon. Better Felix than any of the above to be honest. The thought of having his insides torn to shreds by the Sword of the Creator is a most unpleasant thought indeed.

Regardless he has something far more indignant to speak up over.]

More afraid of the dark than of me? [He huffs unhappily at this.] Then I have not been doing a very good job of upholding my reputation. All I had to do was laugh and Bernadetta would be scampering off of the monastery ground before you could blink. [His fingers tap at his cup idly. He has become too domesticated in too short a time. Too complacent in the company of the Emperor.] I'll have to work on all that...

[It's a lost cause with Annette now, he knows. She's seen him at about the lowest he can be. There's certainly still room to fall and he'll likely get there upon his return home. But...]

Fine. Fine. I will stay. If only because it is a long walk home and it's already quite late. But I will be out at first light.

[ oh, that statement just tickles her to the core! she brings a hand to her mouth while she giggles! ]

Heeheehee! But if you did keep that up, then you wouldn't have any friends! And friends are good to have around, you know. For instance ... [ she gestures at he coffee cup with both hands ] ... some friends can make you a good cup of coffee, whenever you want! And now that I know you like coffee, I'll make you a tasty coffee cake to enjoy alongside it the next time I brew you one. [ because there WILL be a next time, Hubert! ]

Plus there's the whole "being there for you emotionally" part of friendship ... that's pretty great too. Even if you think you can live your life running away from how you feel, it will catch up to you. You're a human being with emotions. And that's okay.

[ him agreeing to stay delights her! she's already combing through her head some ideas on what she could make him for breakfast. ]

First light you may say, but I'm not letting you leave my home without a tasty, nutritious meal in your belly. And another cup of coffee, of course.

[He has nothing to say about that first part. He can only huff and drink his coffee. This is their first actual conversation to be fair. He's not going to give her the privilege of thinking she knows him. And there will be absolutely no next time. But as she's so delighted by the prospect he will keep some proclamations to himself.]

I've been quite adapt at it thus far, Lady Annette. I will continue to do so after this stumble. [He's not aware how unlikely it will be to get away from Annette now.] But I suppose the sentiment is appreciated.

And yes. First light. I would ask that you do not go through any more trouble on my account. I insist... I don't usually take food in the morning anyway.

If you say so. But my offer still stands.

[ no wonder he's looking so lithe and withered... but she won't say anything about that. ]

When you smell my cooking we'll see about that. [ she won't use magic this time. no explosions. ] Let me get you a blanket. I assume you'll be wanting the sofa.

[ she heads upstairs to look inside the cupboard to see if a spare blanket has spawned and lo and behold, there is one. she comes down the stairs with the blanket and two pillows, handing them to Hubert. ]

Please help yourself to anything you need. I'll just be upstairs. Sleep well, Hubert. Don't be afraid to wake me up if your mood drops or you need to talk.

[ and with that, she walks to the staircase and heads to bed, dimming the cottage lights but leaving a night light on upstairs for herself. she wasn't kidding about that scared in the dark thing. ]

Yes... the sofa will be just fine.

[Seems like that or the floor. Her bed is, of course, out of the question. And while he is still, technically, quite young he feels like his bones are sometimes a few decades older than him. Sleeping on the floor would be the end of him. There would be no recovery from that sort of abuse.

While she goes to collect extra bedding he undoes his coat draping it over the arm of the sofa for now. If she doesn't find extra blankets that will do just fine as well. there are some other odds and ends that he undoes like his cuff links on his dress shirt and the tie around his neck.

It's very... surreal being in here. Sleeping in the home of the enemy, technically. His instincts demand that he be weary. What if Felix just walked through or any of the others? His his body is too tired to worry about his potential demise. He just wants to sleep. He needs to.

Hubert waves Annette away, especially at her offer but gladly takes the bedding. He sets it up comfortably and falls asleep in relatively no time at all. Which is good. It needed to be that so thoughts didn't tumble about the present situation. Just sleep and relatively dreamless sleep at that.

Dawn certainly comes and goes. By quite a number of hours in fact. And Hubert only manages to awaken because of the smell of food. It takes him a moment to remember where he is because... Edelgard certainly doesn't cook breakfast. He'd never allow her to get up before him and even begin to try. Not to mention all the smells in here are different and unfamiliar. When he sits up hair tussled and mused he has to peer blearily around.]

Damn... [He overslept. How unlike him. But everything that's happened to him thus far has been very unlike him. His head feels all foggy from all that sleep but his thoughts are slwoly clearing up. She's making breakfast just like she said she wouldn't, isn't she? Hubert falls back onto the soft pillows and pulls the blanket back over himself. Those from the kingdom are going to flay him alive if they ever find out.]

[ when Annette sees him stirring from over her shoulder, she smiles with the wooden spoon in her hand. looks like he's finally up! she is relieved that he slept as long as he did, really, because it gave her time to experiment with the pancake flavour that she is making him. and in her humble opinion, they turned out super yummy! ]

Good morning! Or, well, good day if we're to be specific here. It seems your body really needed that sleep. [ she walks over. ]

How are you feeling?

[He can feel her sunshine aura looming over him as he hides himself back under the blanket. There's no escaping it.]

Unusually well rested. [Is his muffled response as he removes the blanket from back over his head and sits back up. He has only succeeded in ruffling up his hair all the more. She has once again... caught him in a state that he doesn't let himself be seen in. He was always up and put together before Edelgard woke up so he could make her breakfast and the like. She's doing the same for him... apparently.] And genuinely mortified that I slept this long.

[He peers around for a clock to see just how badly he's done it for himself, needing to rub his eyes to help with the blurriness of sleep. The house smells... very delicious. He can smell the coffee and a bunch of other flavorful spices in the air and he'd be a liar if it didn't all come across as a bit appealing.

Hubert peers up at her feeling... well, certainly something. He is all out of sorts on her sofa with the blankets pooled all around him and feeling more ruffled than he has ever been in his life. It's just... so strange. And bizarre.]

Are you going to make me eat breakfast?

Yes! Although I think at this point it probably counts as "brunch".

[ she places down a cup of coffee for him. ]

Don't be mortified. You clearly needed it. Your body will be very thankful for the rest it had. Also, it'll be especially thankful for these pancakes I've made you!

[ she goes to the counter to get the pancakes which were warming while she waited for him to wake. ] La la laaa ♪ [ she hums while she decorates the pancakes with fruit that she foraged herself, arranging them into a very .... unique sort of presentation that Hubert will enjoy. she made the most of the ingredients that cupboards spawned from the peaceful interactions she had in her home with Byleth and Felix: she made fluffy pancakes with strong bourbon notes, mixed with coffee grains to create a breakfast food so firey and sweet. they were a work of art! scrumptious tiramisu pancakes with a kick. she brings the plate of food over and places it down in front of him with some cutlery. ]

Bon appetit! I'm going to go clean my work area. [ Annette strolls to the kitchen area - her demeanour should illustrate clear as daylight just how much she adores making food for people. she sings while she cleans, humming various melodies with a spring in her step as she gets the job done. ]

What is happening?

[He whispers the words under his breath once she is out of earshot. This is all so... very strange. He has to remember that the only reason he was here in the first place was to look for Edelgard. Or see if anyone could contact her.

He breathes out slow. Alright. Breakfast. A novel concept for him. People don't cook for him often, or ever, so he might as well enjoy it if he can.

The coffee is delicious as it was last night. Full of spices and flavors that he can taste with still that ample bitterness he's accustomed to. It's very good. He has less hope for the pancakes, purposefully poking the blueberry eyes off. Removing the eyes from the face he then cuts into it taking a small bite. Flavors... So many. Rich and good with a bite to it. And it's then that he realizes he is really hungry. He has not been particularly good at taking care of himself. Especially so since his Emperor's disappearance.

Despite how good it is he does try to eat slowly and not like he hasn't had a meal in days. She's singing in the background and the sound of running water and dishes clinking together fills the air.

It's very...

He doesn't want to go home, he doesn't think. Not where it's empty and kind of cold. And she is no longer there. Where he will have to start the process of putting away her things like she's dead or something equally as grim. Imposing any longer would cause trouble for Annette. Trouble for him if he was to be found here, he thinks.

Despite trying to pace himself he does clean his plate, fruit and all, before she finishes doing her dishes. It was just... very good. He gathers his dishes and sets them on the counter where she's currently cleaning.]

Here... let me dry them as you finish so you can get through all of this a bit quicker.

[He's already rolling up his sleeves to assist. So he's clearly not taking no for an answer.]

Eek! [ she squeaks in surprise when he appears behind her, which is a testament to how sneaky he is, honestly. ] Hubert! You ... [ her eyes peer down at his empty plate. ] Oh my gosh! I'm so happy you liked them! I mean ... you did like them, right? Or were you just really hungry or trying to spare my feelings?

[ no matter his answer: she's clearly beaming with joy over his completed meal! she stands aside to allow him to enter her kitchen area. ]

You really don't have to, I love to clean! But ... [ aaaaand there he goes ] seems I can't stop you. Thanks!

[Pleased that he unintentionally startled her, since that's just how he be, he slides in beside her taking the freshly washed dish and drying it at once.]

I did enjoy it. Which surprised me... [He sets the dry dish aside and grabs the next wet one.] Not because I doubted your cooking but because... Well, dealing with a lot of alchemic substances as I do in my service to the Empire I had the misfortune of dulling my taste buds. Very immune to poison. And flavor. [He smiles wryly] In the monastery I really only enjoyed heavily flavored meals. Things that were very spicy or very bitter. It's why I enjoy coffee so much. And why I enjoyed yours in particular.

It was very good. I don't say this lightly or to flatter but... I haven't had anything that good in quite some time. Before the war was even happening in full force, I'd say. So... Thank you. Thank you for making it for me.

[ the praise makes her blush, and blush deeply. she can't help twirling one of her golden locks of hair in her finger shyly, unable to meet his eyes from how bashful she felt at his kind words. ]

Gracious, Hubert ... you're so very welcome! I'm delighted you enjoyed it. [ while he cleans the dishes, she takes the tea towel and starts drying them before putting them on the drying rack. ] If my cooking can impress a dark mage who has limited taste, I'm sure the sky's the limit!

[ but that ... certainly is something. ]

... Honestly, I had no idea that dark magic users went to such lengths. I don't know if that's unique to you, or others, but ... in the school of sorcery we were driven away from doing things that may harm us physically to enhance our magic. I can see you were very dedicated through that alone.

[ she dries the last plate before setting it down. ]

I'm going to ensure my bakery is filled with a menu to tickle the tastebuds of even the darkest mages. [ she pokes him in the arm playfully, before walking over to the cupboards to stash the plates and cutlery away again. ]

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