Made With Love (WIP Wednesday)
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This is the intro to a fic that's probably a ways off (if ever 😅) because most of it's a conversation between Lecrinn and Dervera and I don't know what they should talk about.
Lecrinn’s fingers drummed along the counter as she stared off in thought.
“Need a drink?” asked the innkeeper, Dervera.
She looked past Lecrinn to the door, but her gaze kept shifting back to the drumming fingers, growing more and more annoyed.
Mouth pulling to the side, Lecrinn looked almost nervous.
“I wouldn’t tell anyone if I saw you take someone to your room.”
Fingers freezing, her eyes snapped to Dervera. “What?”
“Look, you’re not giving me much to go off of here.”
She sighed, “It’s Garrus.”
Dervera’s face remained neutral. “Uh huh.”
“He hasn’t been eating and he’s being stubborn, but I figure,” she smirked, “that were I to make him something he wouldn’t be able to let my hard work go to waste.”
“Sounds like a solid plan,” she said plainly, but looked a little suspicious as to where this was going.
Smirk dropping into a nervous smile, she looked down. “Only problem is, I really only know the cooking basics.”
Dervera gave a casual smile. “Well luckily all you need to cook are the basics and a good recipe.”
“…Would you have a recipe for something like an ash yam pie?” her eyes turned up to her, hopeful. “He really likes ash yams.”
She considered. “I do, I’d write it down for you, but I’m getting the feeling that you’re about to go until you’ve found a way to rope me into helping you.”
Lecrinn smiled sweetly. “I could pay you.”
Her eyes narrowed as she thought. “Yeah sure, I’ll fall for that,” she said casually resigned. “It’s a slow hour anyway, come on.” She headed into the kitchen, Lecrinn silently cheering before following.
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