———— “ I like adventures, and I’m going to find some. ” ›› @criticalmiss
“ YOU’RE BEING silly , m’dear. likely on account you haven’t had breakfast yet. food does your brain good. makes things a bit more clear. “ all of which is said past the small pestle clenched between his teeth , like a particularly off-putting cigar. both hands were well at work with the mortar’s contents, fingers delicately passing the lump of sticky dough between them , until it met his standards enough to line a pan with. as the sweet flatbread bubbled away , leaned up against the hot fire between them, baz deposited the mixture back in the bowl and sighed.
“ y’can’t just saunter off whenever it finds your fancy, m’dear.” his hands , never meant to stay still with something better to be done , found comfort in his needlework , which had laid abandoned at his side long enough to start breakfast. “ there’s good that comes from resting. your legs and your mind may feel strong enough t’start on the road , but what about your heart ? the heart is simple : it doesn’t like adventures , it likes the warm bed and supper that comes after them. give your heart some rest. have breakfast. think on what you need. “
his ears twitched , perking up at some unknown noise , and baz set his embroidery down. peeling a chunk of bread off of the pan , he ladled it with fresh berry preserves he’d been up before dawn boiling , and sweet mint , and offered it , almost shyly , to tikki. “ ... s’good. haven’t steered you wrong before , ‘ave i ? “
