Smiling softly as she eases herself out of bed, Shio looks down at her sleeping wife.
Padding away as quietly as she can, Shio heads to the kitchen upstairs, pausing to scratch Kit behind the ears while he sleeps on the steps.
Pulling open the new icebox Orin crafted her, Shio peers inside for a moment before sighing at the sound of the linkpearl starting to chime.
Stepping briskly over to it, Shio answers, listening to Lyse on the other end, sounding frantic and confused. Asking a handful of terse questions, Shio quickly determines that the call is about a pending political meeting, and swiftly makes her excuses and hangs up, setting the linkpearl back down on the table.
Hoping that it had not woken Lett, the petite woman heads back to the kitchen, starting to pull ingredients from their various storage shelves, grabbing three cake pans from the rack as she does so.
Humming softly to herself, a song of Susano’o, Shio mixes and prepares ingredients, a small smile on her face, before setting them to bake, lighting the fire with a quick burst of Mhachi magick.
Stepping slightly outside of the house, Shio rings the bell to call Jitt, and asks her to please go to the markets to pick her up some specialist ingredients, still having not replenished her stocks after her house was raided.
Back inside, Shio browses the shelves, selecting a bottle of fine Norvrandtian wine, and contemplating a flask of Fantasia for a few moments before shaking her head.
Settling down on the bench in the dining room, Shio sips a cup of tea and starts to edit her journals of her time on the First, removing any dangerous details (like the process to create a Sin Eater) and her personal feelings (like her fear of Turning and killing Lett), to prepare the journals for publication.
As the dawn light begins to work its way in through the window, Jitt returns, cake toppings in a box in front of her, and Shio collects them and thanks her, moving back to the kitchen to check on the cakes.
Pulling them out of the oven, humming once more, Shio sets them on the counter and begins to put the finishing touches on them, pouring a glass of wine and setting it on a tray, with each of the three cakes, before turning to see Lett, leaning against the doorframe, smirking at her.
“I… I thought I’d welcome you back home with a nice day with some cakes? I made a watermelon one, a cherry one, and a dark chocolate one for you…”
Shio looks down, somewhat embarrassed, until her wife steps over and tilts her head up, kissing her soundly and taking the tray.
Shio blushes and grins, following Lett to sit on the couch downstairs, happy to have such a life.
