#tempest frantically changing the meal plans for the week

[lovepvnch]

"Oh! My bad! Sorrysorry, no frog killing, I promise!" She swears, holding up her hands innocently, finally giving the other some peace alone after that.

She's surprised to see Lethe again that evening, and even more so to see her with a clean plate and feedback as requested. Tempest perks up and nods enthusiastically, "More flour - You're absolutely right! Thank you, Letty. How is your book?"

"No, WAIT-" A second hand shoots through the opening to grab Tempest before she has a chance to leave. "I do not want frog legs. Or a cat's tail. That was a joke." Not the funny kind of joke, granted, but Lethe has never been known to be funny. Slowly she releases her hold on Tempests' sleeve, though she's still glaring daggers. "Yes, do leave me. And don't kill any frogs."

She disappears into the tent with the air of slamming a non-existent door. Most nights, that would be the last anyone sees of Lethe; this time she reappears some time later. "Too moist", she announces stiffly, putting the (empty) plate in the basin for dirty dishes. "The peaches were moist, so you need more flour."