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Hestia Jones can charm the pants off of you. (hastyhestia) wrote in wished,

Hestia chuckled slightly to herself before moving toward the pantry door. Hanging from the edge of the door was a brightly colored apron her mother had bought for her the day she moved into her own place. She thought it a bit weird, at the time, but a nice thought nonetheless. Tying the ties around her, she looked back toward Charlie with a lopsided grin.

"Any food is the way to your heart," she teased.

As she stirred the stew, which smelled good enough that it was probably ready, Hestia inclined her head toward Charlie. "I hope her the best then," she said, offering him a smile. She didn't know much about the lifespan of dragons, but thinking about one in it's geriatric stage was odd.

"I doubt it'll ever be as good as your mum's," she told him. "But I'm glad you like it. Think you're going to eat out of the pot all afternoon or should I get you a bowl?"