[Morena doesn't get the chance to reply, but if her grin is anything to go by, she likes that answer.
Gale and Tara make their way back into the room, Gale holding the aforementioned sweet loaf on a silver platter in one hand and a hand towel in the other, wiping some powdered sugar from the front of his fine outfit; unfortunately, there's still a touch in his beard and hair, making him look more salt-and-peppered than usual.]
Forgive us, but we had a bit of a situation in the kitchen.
[He gives Tara a playfully chiding look; she sits on the floor and licks more powdered sugar from her paws.]
It's not my fault you weren't listening, Mr. Dekarios. If you had been, you'd have known there was already an open bag of sugar just waiting to be used.
[He sets the platter on the table.]
You could have stopped me with a mage hand or two rather than leaping at the bag in my hand and clawing it open.
no subject
Gale and Tara make their way back into the room, Gale holding the aforementioned sweet loaf on a silver platter in one hand and a hand towel in the other, wiping some powdered sugar from the front of his fine outfit; unfortunately, there's still a touch in his beard and hair, making him look more salt-and-peppered than usual.]
Forgive us, but we had a bit of a situation in the kitchen.
[He gives Tara a playfully chiding look; she sits on the floor and licks more powdered sugar from her paws.]
It's not my fault you weren't listening, Mr. Dekarios. If you had been, you'd have known there was already an open bag of sugar just waiting to be used.
[He sets the platter on the table.]
You could have stopped me with a mage hand or two rather than leaping at the bag in my hand and clawing it open.