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α… α…  β€œ Correct. And the meat from east of Adrestia. I just hope the Emperor won't notice a pig or three missing from their stables. ” She says in jest. It is good to make merry of what they have in spite of the dwindling supplies and the handful of allies able to support their cause. α… α… 

Ingrid Brandl Galatea@luinsgrace.bsky.social Β· last yr.

Ingrid pauses with one bite left, tilting her head as she thinks for a moment. What flavours were rare ingredients in that dish? Normally, it would be impossible to tell. But Ingrid’s good with more than just eating food endlessly. β€œThe seasoning is from Dagda, no?”

α… α…  A sense of relief washes through Gwyneira ( and the chef ) at the sight of the house member scarf down the food in record time. As Ingrid always have. It is only then she joins her in seat and reveals her hand in the situation. β€œ I am glad, then. The ingredients were not easy to obtain. ” α… α… 

Ingrid Brandl Galatea@luinsgrace.bsky.social Β· last yr.

A soft chuckle. Well, Gwyneira doesn’t need to tell her twiceβ€”with the grace of a knight and a lady, Ingrid takes a bite…-and then the grace goes out the window. She can be a bit…-feral when it comes to good food, after all. β€œIt’s delicious.”

α… α…  Though no stranger to receiving affection, his is far blatant than those from the village kids. His mark lingers and in her astonishment, the pads of her fingers reach to brush it over. β€œ I do not―what―― ” α… α… 

ηŽ‹θ™Žγ€‚@voldtouch.bsky.social Β· 2y ago

@ofthealys.bsky.social "Come now..." He leans down, taking a swift peck to her cheek with a tender look and an earnest smile. "...This much is the least I could owe you."