Mama Dekarios, evidently, wasn’t the only person who felt the need to feed the people they cared about. He was realising a little of that similarity as their conversation went on, and he gave a thoughtful hm as Nepione smiled. (Gale’s love language is acts of service and let’s not examine that too closely.)
“An excellent plan, then,” he eventually declared. “You can be my sous-chef and my taste tester. It’ll be much better than wincing our way through rotten apples. Even now, I think, our collective purse can afford better ingredients; I’d rather use it to bake a cake for you than to buy yet another spellbook I’m going to read and never use, anyhow.”
He said it carelessly, offhand, scooping ingredients into his arms, not thinking much of the offer — but it hinted at how much he valued Nepione, a subtle readjustment which he hadn’t quite articulated until this moment. Shifting his priorities from accruing more magic to baking a simple new year’s cake instead, all just for the delight of seeing her smile.
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“An excellent plan, then,” he eventually declared. “You can be my sous-chef and my taste tester. It’ll be much better than wincing our way through rotten apples. Even now, I think, our collective purse can afford better ingredients; I’d rather use it to bake a cake for you than to buy yet another spellbook I’m going to read and never use, anyhow.”
He said it carelessly, offhand, scooping ingredients into his arms, not thinking much of the offer — but it hinted at how much he valued Nepione, a subtle readjustment which he hadn’t quite articulated until this moment. Shifting his priorities from accruing more magic to baking a simple new year’s cake instead, all just for the delight of seeing her smile.