“H-Hi, Rick.” Hinata calls softly to the hardworking man as she quietly enters the home of the poultry-raising family. “I— I know you’re probably headed towards the inn, so— so I’ll make my visit quick.”
His sister and mother were nowhere to be found and, given the time, Hinata assumes the duo are busying themselves with dinner in the kitchen. However, Hinata knew that Rick often headed towards the inn at this time— Lots of the townsfolk did, including herself. She supposes she could’ve met him at the inn, but the idea of giving Rick a gift in front of a large group of people was nerve wracking.
Rick had seemed particularly down earlier that day and it had been only yesterday that he’d gifted the cinnamon farmer a fresh egg. She should return the favor, right? Especially considering he’d seemed unhappy earlier. Hinata self-consciously moves towards the table in the middle of the room.
Her smile is shy as she places the yellowy treat on the table. “I, umm, I— I used the egg you gave me yesterday to make an egg custard. I added some cinnamon I’d harvested fresh from a tree yesterday. I thought you might like some.”
@ambicharm‘ s Rick!
