#ouuuuu miss lachesis :pleading:

[princessmacedon]

[ Sweet Bun Trio ] - A selection of traditional Faerghus pastries, all small enough to be eaten in one delicious bite! The first bun is filled with sweet cream and topped with icing and a candied cherry. The second is a sweet roll filled with almonds, pecans, and dried cranberries and glazed with honey. The third is a bun sliced in half, filled with almond paste and whipped cream, dusted with powdered sugar on top.

"Lady Maria!," Lachesis calls. "It is truly so wonderful to see you here. Being here with you tonight warms my heart so."

Yes, her time with Maria was not the longest, but it was gentle, encouraging, and soothing. It reminded her that not all was bad. That she could see the light in the dark. Maria's presence was akin to a gentle embrace.

"Would you do me the honor of sharing this desert with me? I would love to discuss so many things with you, after all.."

"Oh, Miss Lachesis!" As Maria turns, it is with a beaming grin already worn, though it shines brighter still as she takes in the sight of her one-time opponent. It is never something she thinks in reference to someone's martial strength, but truly, the ballroom suits her so much better. Though she is beginning to think the lioness carries a somber sort of weight within her in constancy, the light cascading over the hall daubs it in gentler, warmer colors.

"I'm so happy to see you," she smiles, a hand reaching to steady the the plate, "and I'd love to split these with you! The honor might even be mine, heeheehee."

So great is her grin that it encroaches upon her eyes, narrowing them in delight ere she turns them upon their surroundings in search of a place for them to sit together. "There-- over there!" She steers them toward a nearby table, eager to settle and share this treat, this conversation, this burgeoning happiness called friendship.

"Do you like one more than the other? Oh! Or do you want to split them into halves?" Though one already has been, mind, but Maria still holds a hand to her mouth and giggles. "I'll cut the buns if you tell me what's on your mind?"

(Plainly, it is not a true prerequisite, her fingers already hovering over the silverware and only waiting for permission; what is most important is only that it begins, that perhaps the light in Miss Lachesis' eyes will grow brighter, warmer, more vivid still.)