[Born in countryside France and then having traveled a fair bit all over due to work, Ciel had certainly been spoiled in contrast. Achamoth is far from lacking too, as it receives imports from the entire continent of Horos, but she is still on the lookout for garam masala, cumin, and cilantro of the best quality, or any spices of similar nature because... the heart (stomach...) wants what it wants, yes. In the meanwhile, the presence of the children is pushing her to bake more: who is she to deny them, especially when she is genuinely experienced in the craft? It's albeit not something she'd had the opportunity to revisit because of work back in her world, but here with the help of the citadel's kitchen staff, it seems like she IS getting her second chance, wholly unexpected as it may be.
(No sense looking at a gift horse in the mouth. It's all the more to pass on too, when all's said and done.)
She happily watches Amos go at it, but at his prodding, straightens herself and takes a step back. --Ah, right. Almost got carried away, there! Oops.]
I've already eaten, yes. Didn't I just say I don't believe in working on an empty stomach? [Also lunchtime was a few hours ago, but that seems... less effective to remark about.] Please, take your time and don't hold back! I should be checking up on my helpers anyway, do let one of the kitchen staff know if you need anything else. Bon appétit!~
[As if on cue, one of the aforementioned staff is coming over to drop a glass of water on the table at his side. With a wink, a nod, and a twirl in her step, she's sauntering back to supervising and helping with the cookie baking. There's a LOT to make, starting with an extra batch at the very least; even if the kids (and Amos) don't decimate them all this very day, they're also good to keep as snacks for the rest of the week. Can't go wrong with a little extra, now can they?]
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(No sense looking at a gift horse in the mouth. It's all the more to pass on too, when all's said and done.)
She happily watches Amos go at it, but at his prodding, straightens herself and takes a step back. --Ah, right. Almost got carried away, there! Oops.]
I've already eaten, yes. Didn't I just say I don't believe in working on an empty stomach? [Also lunchtime was a few hours ago, but that seems... less effective to remark about.] Please, take your time and don't hold back! I should be checking up on my helpers anyway, do let one of the kitchen staff know if you need anything else. Bon appétit!~
[As if on cue, one of the aforementioned staff is coming over to drop a glass of water on the table at his side. With a wink, a nod, and a twirl in her step, she's sauntering back to supervising and helping with the cookie baking. There's a LOT to make, starting with an extra batch at the very least; even if the kids (and Amos) don't decimate them all this very day, they're also good to keep as snacks for the rest of the week. Can't go wrong with a little extra, now can they?]