Best served hot, be it passion or pie.

[songbird_slayer]

Sender: Madhuri
To: Everyone
Subject: A sweet little Valentione surprise!


Darling dreamers, it has been a while! My Starlight spirit rests for now, but like the bud bursts into bloom, my other passion unfurls and becomes a thorn in my detractors' sides: Valentione's season is upon us, an early stretch before we have ourselves a little springtime again!

The tradition is simple: Think fondly of or spend time with your loved ones, and exchange sweet treats. I think in the wake of so many dreadful nightmares and the missing moon, I'd like to double up on my efforts. So I offer my expertise to all of you: I'd be happy to make shaped chocolates in a bevvy of flavors or bake some of your loved ones' favorite cookies for you! I would also adore the opportunity to teach you how to make such things. I can take orders here in the journals, or you can give my shoulder a tap in town and sing to me your desire.

Then think of the possibilities, of inviting someone over and you open the door to the smell of warm chocolate and sugar in the air! Perhaps they'll want a bite out of the lovely baker after having a few bites of confections~

I'd like to offer such services as a way to oh-so-subtly advertise my up and coming little bistro and bakery, The Lady of Bliss. I'd like to feed you and get to know you! I'd like to know what kinds of things you eat or what you've always wanted to try. I'll be offering said cooking lessons over the next few days, but I do have my own plans in about a week, so I'm afraid I'll have to leave you to your own devices then.

[A pause.]

Ultimately, I'd like to show that I am personally unafraid of the thing that stole the moon. Should it hand the moon back peacefully, I will serve it a piping hot pie with no questions asked. Of course, the alternative is my axe and ample indignation, should it persist in being stubborn.

Comments

[songbird_slayer]

Oh, well if it's just a TAD bit more, then we're golden.

[Have a drawing of a rough map, and a building at the corner is circled.]

I'll be here starting tomorrow. Today is an ingredient-grabbing day.

[tailsneverfails]

Sounds like fun.

[ He honestly just hopes his bad luck curse doesn't somehow cause a sink hole or something under his base of operations. ]

So what's on the list for ingredients.

[songbird_slayer]

Flour, yeast, sugar, and plenty of butter and eggs. I'd like to get a sourdough starter going for at least a few weeks so opening day has plenty of good bread.

I have everything else from the garden, and some of the fae have spoiled me with oodles of chocolate after making them bread and warm milk as a treat.

[tailsneverfails]

I see.

So fighting away the bad with baked goods is something normal for you, huh?

[songbird_slayer]

Seems so. I've only in recent years learned of "love languages", and it seems food is mine.

It's a way I can truly express myself, and it's through something I have personally overseen from its creation to its completion. It's also fabulous stress relief to knead away at an enriched dough.

[tailsneverfails]

An expression of oneself huh. You know, I've never really looked at it in that type of regard, but it makes sense. Just like anything else, food is its own art form, one that someone just cannot mimic perfectly.

[songbird_slayer]

Right! It helps that there's an alchemy to it. If you don't know how things will puff in proof, or if the temperature of something is even slightly off, you'll wind up with something far different than the norm.

Made the mistake of being impatient with butter cooling once. Just half a bell, and it would have been perfect but I wanted cookies now! Had the grainiest cookies I've ever eaten. Never again.

[tailsneverfails]

Just be glad you don't have bad luck to fight with along with the alchemy. You know, I'll never be able to make a perfect pancake and don't get me started on attempting pizza.

[songbird_slayer]

...Dear, do I need to make you a pizza? Nobody should ever be denied pizza on account of ill fortune.

[tailsneverfails]

On one hand I don't want you to pity me, but on the other hand, it would be foolish to turn ones nose up to pizza.

[songbird_slayer]

Consider it a "How do you do" pizza. What do you want on it?

[tailsneverfails]

Surprise me. I'm not a picky eater.

[songbird_slayer]

Ooooh. Alright. Tomorrow we do supper right as it gets dark, get a little work in beforehand. Does that sound like an agenda?

[tailsneverfails]

Sounds good. Maybe I can even drag my friend in to help too.

[songbird_slayer]

You spoil me. You both better come hungry, you hear me?

[tailsneverfails]

That shouldn't be an issue. Sometimes I think he might have a bottomless pit for a stomach.

[songbird_slayer]

Is that a fact? Well, challenge accepted.

This will be fun.