𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶’𝔩𝔩 𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔨 𝔬𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔞𝔯𝔪

[ there is a moment, where she is tempted to unfold her hands, to reach out and push the fringe of his bangs from his vision— though, she knows the hair would likely only fall back into place. the affection that springs from him gazing up at her, she isn’t expecting the sudden swell of it, and she lowers her own eyes for a moment to her hands. she wonders if… he knows that they are together in this, this nervousness. they have not seen each other for years, and though she can see parts of the child he was in him now, things are achingly different. they both have their burdens. he has grown. ] I expect she will be pleased to hear that. [ maria will likely fluster, happy that she had such a lasting impression on the prince. she can imagine, the housekeeper’s exclamation. ] Perhaps she will have a chance, to bake for you again. She remains still, at the manor. It is as much her home as it is mine.

[ and at times, maria was her only friend. a more human companion than gentiana. maybe they will have the chance, to see the sylleblossoms again. to make crowns of them for eachother once more. the thought… it’s a pleasing one. ]

Though, I suspect that Ignis must have come close in his attempts. I have heard that he is quite the chef