Ari ♫ ♪ ♬ (gracenotes) wrote in emillion, |
“Ah,” A hand rose, one finger extended, seeming to not point at any one thing for a moment as Aspel considered the items laid out before her. “would you hand me that platter, please?” A smile was offered to the other woman as the smith waited for Ari to follow through on the desired action. “Thank you.” The words were brief as Aspel leaned in, placing an affectionate kiss against the bard’s lips briefly before beginning to sort out which cupcakes should be placed on this plate, against which cookies should be moved to the next. “I do pray these festivities are not too far out of your norm?” Eyes darted up to look at the other woman as she spoke before falling back down to the task at hand. The invitation had, in fact, taken Ari a bit by surprise -- she generally spent Faram’s Mass in a tavern, sometimes with Aud or Bella -- but after considering it, she had accepted. Aud had a family of her own now, of a sort, and she had seen Bella earlier in the day. It was a free dinner, she liked most of the attendees -- why not? “Sometimes,” she said, “a bit of change is good. I’m glad you invited me. And,” she added as the plate was handed over and the kiss returned, “I am glad to help in this, which is the only kitchen task aside from the brewing of coffee which I should ever be permitted to do. Let me know if there is anything else I can do that doesn’t risk the utter destruction of dessert.” “Mm.” Aspel agreed, and the idea of having Mag back for Faram’s mass had been all the incentive she’d needed to actually bother doing a proper dinner this year. The idea of having their friends around, and sharing this time with their respective loved ones - in whatever manner they were loved - only worked to cement the deal. “Certainly, there must be others ways in which you can assist.” The words were light, playful in their own right and an eyebrow quirked. There was something half curious, and yet challenging in that look that accompanied a smirk while Aspel continued to arrange the desserts for everyone else to soon partake. "Not where food is concerned, unless I am required to consume it, or perhaps find a creative use for it." The sweetest smile followed as she pointed out, "I am certain we could track down a jar of honey somewhere. But otherwise, I'm afraid I really am that hopeless. Alas, we all have our strengths. You are skilled at baking cupcakes, and I at eating them. It is a good balance, don't you think?" she teased. “Kitchens have a wide variety of use.” The smith easily, and seamlessly pointed out before Ari could start in again, though it would seem that the bard had her own ideas regarding what they could possibly do, and…… Aspel wasn’t sure she had words to say in response to that. Her mouth opened, a hand rising in such a manner that it would almost appear as if words were about to come out before the smith’s mouth would simply close again, and her hand would lower once more. “I suspect it shall.” Was all Aspel could finally come back with after a few moments of silence stretched out even if it wouldn’t make much sense to anything or anyone outside of her own head, and eyes unintentionally - and absently - had shot off to wander the other woman’s body at least twice while thinking through just what that honey could be used for. |