( the glint in her eye suggests a warmer sort of amusement, albeit subdued by their less-than-ideal circumstances. emilia doesn't know that she'll ever step into a kitchen and not be hit with a crushing wave of despair, with or without sieges, but the sight of wei wuxian bedecked with flour is welcome. )
Indeed. I see you've everything perfectly under control.
( let no one say that she cannot be generous.
needing no further prompting, emilia makes her way over. a few decisive steps and she's at his side, pulling her hair back with a ribbon and setting her basket down on the counter's edge. ) Don't worry. We'll make sure the next ones have some air pockets.
( he at least looks charmingly confused at this, a man who has literally folded ingredients into buns for steaming before, but doesn't understand what air pockets in flatbread are or what it means, or how the density changes, because it's so far outside of anything he's had to worry about. even at his most starving, they ate vegetable stews; bread has not been much of a part of his life, and it shows. )
You'll see. ( this next reassurance manages to convey the resolve with which emilia tends to approach all things. the flatbread she's accustomed to requires precious few ingredients and is easy to make, which doesn't mean it can't taste delicious. it's far from the most important thing right now, she knows.
but providing something warm for tired and aching bellies is a very small, very big thing sometimes.
she reaches for a rolling pin nearby and settles into a rhythm. she can never introduce wei wuxian to sea&vine. can never introduce him, or any one of them, to the symphony of sounds her family made as they worked on their dishes. the magic and comfort that it gave. but this still feels familiar, somehow.
after a small moment of silence, she adds, ) I'd meant to ask how you were faring.
( emilia saw the effect the huntress had on wrath. the torment — )
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Indeed. I see you've everything perfectly under control.
( let no one say that she cannot be generous.
needing no further prompting, emilia makes her way over. a few decisive steps and she's at his side, pulling her hair back with a ribbon and setting her basket down on the counter's edge. ) Don't worry. We'll make sure the next ones have some air pockets.
( you're in good hands, sir. )
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( he at least looks charmingly confused at this, a man who has literally folded ingredients into buns for steaming before, but doesn't understand what air pockets in flatbread are or what it means, or how the density changes, because it's so far outside of anything he's had to worry about. even at his most starving, they ate vegetable stews; bread has not been much of a part of his life, and it shows. )
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but providing something warm for tired and aching bellies is a very small, very big thing sometimes.
she reaches for a rolling pin nearby and settles into a rhythm. she can never introduce wei wuxian to sea&vine. can never introduce him, or any one of them, to the symphony of sounds her family made as they worked on their dishes. the magic and comfort that it gave. but this still feels familiar, somehow.
after a small moment of silence, she adds, ) I'd meant to ask how you were faring.
( emilia saw the effect the huntress had on wrath. the torment — )