[Pounding away at dough does seem like it would fit Amos better, but it doesn't feel entirely polite to say out loud either, so Ciel simply smiles in agreement. Or rather, keeps the same smile she's already wearing by the time he's given his wordless approval of how they taste: simple as shortbread cookies are (to make too, difficult to mess up!), they ARE good as is. Now that the man's spoken for himself, though...]
Haha, I don't think I have the time or capital for that. I don't want to give the skilled bakeries of Achamoth competition either. [Dog cafés would be a different matter, but Ciel doesn't know that just yet.] I've just been telling the kids things about my world, and how Children's Day is celebrated in June came up. Since that translates to Visoseri here, they all wanted treats, so here we are. [Sigh (small, but melodramatic)!] So now, it's only fair that everyone gets their share. This way, if you would please?
[And just like that, the next few hours fly by the blink of an eye as they see to it that every orphaned child under the Citadel's care gets their own little packaging of shortbread cookies sprinkled with a dash of brightly colored sugar crystals. Ciel was ready to help with the cleanup too, but after everything today, the kitchen and caretaker staff insist that the great Aions be on their way and rest, just leave the rest to them. So much, in fact, that both her and Amos will find themselves being enthusiastically escorted out of the kitchen, along with a tin can also full of cookies once every child's portion had been accounted for. It's 'their rightful share', as it goes.]
...Goodness. I would wonder if we've overstayed our welcome, but they were very nice about it. [Very much less "please get out" and more "you've done so much already leave the details to us", the kids have long left too after getting their share of cookies. The black haired boy, Charles as he was called, took some convincing, but he ultimately left too with one of the servants.]
How are you feeling, Amos? It didn't end up being too troublesome, I hope?
[As she hands him the tin of cookies, an 'Adult Portion' that could... admittedly, also last anywhere between a few hours to a few days. The oven being constantly on did make it hot, white patches of flour here and there on one's person can't be helped either, but otherwise, the work they had to do, the atmosphere, and the banter children and servants provided did make it a bustling and productive experience.
Though now that they're simply standing in the hallway... Hm. Where to, next?]
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Haha, I don't think I have the time or capital for that. I don't want to give the skilled bakeries of Achamoth competition either. [Dog cafés would be a different matter, but Ciel doesn't know that just yet.] I've just been telling the kids things about my world, and how Children's Day is celebrated in June came up. Since that translates to Visoseri here, they all wanted treats, so here we are. [Sigh (small, but melodramatic)!] So now, it's only fair that everyone gets their share. This way, if you would please?
[And just like that, the next few hours fly by the blink of an eye as they see to it that every orphaned child under the Citadel's care gets their own little packaging of shortbread cookies sprinkled with a dash of brightly colored sugar crystals. Ciel was ready to help with the cleanup too, but after everything today, the kitchen and caretaker staff insist that the great Aions be on their way and rest, just leave the rest to them. So much, in fact, that both her and Amos will find themselves being enthusiastically escorted out of the kitchen, along with a tin can also full of cookies once every child's portion had been accounted for. It's 'their rightful share', as it goes.]
...Goodness. I would wonder if we've overstayed our welcome, but they were very nice about it. [Very much less "please get out" and more "you've done so much already leave the details to us", the kids have long left too after getting their share of cookies. The black haired boy, Charles as he was called, took some convincing, but he ultimately left too with one of the servants.]
How are you feeling, Amos? It didn't end up being too troublesome, I hope?
[As she hands him the tin of cookies, an 'Adult Portion' that could... admittedly, also last anywhere between a few hours to a few days. The oven being constantly on did make it hot, white patches of flour here and there on one's person can't be helped either, but otherwise, the work they had to do, the atmosphere, and the banter children and servants provided did make it a bustling and productive experience.
Though now that they're simply standing in the hallway... Hm. Where to, next?]