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TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE | @lannamused
The oven was heating its surrounds to a swelter, inspiring a sheen on the Viera’s dark-as-night skin where flour and spelt took to clinging. She thumbed her eyebrow, doing little more than adding to the chaos of her appearance.
“What’s that you’re making?” Tataru leaned forward, eye-level with the entrance to the behemoth stove’s window. “It smells like boiling pickled peppers in here!”
Remke leaned aside to give her a more central position. “It’s a new recipe I’m trying.”
“Oh?” The Lalafell bounced back on her heels, still having to crane a bit to look at the crouching culinarian’s face. “What’s it taste like?”
“I can only guess.”
“I see.” Tataru paused, considering. “Can’t be as bad as Archon Loaf.”
“Are you implying something, Miss Taru?”
“No, no!” She waved her hands, making exes with her arms. “Not at all, Remke! I just don’t -- er -- the smell is...”
Remke giggled at her employer’s verbal fumbling, her diminutive friend always so terribly, terribly honest. Even when she didn’t want to be, it seemed. “It’s perfectly alright. I was only feeling restless. When better to experiment?”
Tataru pressed her lips together.
“I know this can’t be as exciting as running your stall--”
“Ah, ah.” Remke rose to her full height and brushed the dust from her palms. “I could well have declined your offer. I am perfectly content here. Do not allow me to burden your conscience too.”