cormac's notebook. (curagad) wrote in emillion, |
The smaller girl gave a nod, smiling as Quiz trotted after them. "Yes, I ate a little earlier with Quenten." Lunch hadn't happened, not while Merri had been crafting flowers with her, but she had to save her stomach for the rest of the day. Others her age likely had bigger stomachs, but she had a delicate one, and preferred the feeling of not needing to explode from excessive amounts of food.
At the mention of currants, Ridley brightened. "I do, though it has been a while since I've had them." But that would only make them more delicious.
Once at the counter, she smoothed out the pleats of her dress. "I apologize for not bringing my own apron." Baking meant mess, at least in her experience, so she'd opted for a simpler tunic dress that, if dirtied, wouldn't be missed too terribly.