Mama Dekarios, evidently, wasnโt 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. (Galeโs love language is acts of service and letโs not examine that too closely.)
โAn excellent plan, then,โ he eventually declared. โYou can be my sous-chef and my taste tester. Itโll be much better than wincing our way through rotten apples. Even now, I think, our collective purse can afford better ingredients; Iโd rather use it to bake a cake for you than to buy yet another spellbook Iโm going to read and never use, anyhow.โ
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 hadnโt quite articulated until this moment. Shifting his priorities from accruing more magic to baking a simple new yearโs cake instead, all just for the delight of seeing her smile.
She only scarcely knew the meaning of 'sous-chef' and though she very much wanted to remind him that she likely wasn't going to be of much use, Nepione somehow managed to refrain from just such a thing. Taste testing, on the other hand, she could do masterfully at. There was nothing difficult about eating something and issuing judgement on whether it was 'good' or 'bad' (despite how very subjective such a thing was).
"I don't see why we can't get some nicer ingredients and spellbooks for you," she pointed out with some consideration. "Who says that anyone should just be limited by a single thing?" Nepione shook her head, thinking about all of the times she would have been somewhat put out if she was forced to start making decisions.
Not that it hadn't happened before. It had, of course. In the truly important situations, she had no problems making the truly difficult decisions. It was mostly the ones that were relatively unimportant in the grand spectrum of things that was more of a challenge. She wasn't about to boast regarding indecision, however. It was considerably better simply to see very open-minded.
"Let's get both. Don't spend everything we have on ingredients. We can have our cake and books."
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โAn excellent plan, then,โ he eventually declared. โYou can be my sous-chef and my taste tester. Itโll be much better than wincing our way through rotten apples. Even now, I think, our collective purse can afford better ingredients; Iโd rather use it to bake a cake for you than to buy yet another spellbook Iโm going to read and never use, anyhow.โ
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 hadnโt quite articulated until this moment. Shifting his priorities from accruing more magic to baking a simple new yearโs cake instead, all just for the delight of seeing her smile.
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"I don't see why we can't get some nicer ingredients and spellbooks for you," she pointed out with some consideration. "Who says that anyone should just be limited by a single thing?" Nepione shook her head, thinking about all of the times she would have been somewhat put out if she was forced to start making decisions.
Not that it hadn't happened before. It had, of course. In the truly important situations, she had no problems making the truly difficult decisions. It was mostly the ones that were relatively unimportant in the grand spectrum of things that was more of a challenge. She wasn't about to boast regarding indecision, however. It was considerably better simply to see very open-minded.
"Let's get both. Don't spend everything we have on ingredients. We can have our cake and books."