ix. dictated, action

[heloise]

The castle gives and takes away. But, mostly, it gives.

Henry and Emma
The tale of Griselda begins with Gualtieri, the Marquis of Saluzzo, who gave more thought to nature and hunting than to marriage and family.


Zelman
Shall we take a walk, once in a blue moon, perhaps?


[ In the wee small hours of the morning, Lucrezia tries to bake a belated birthday cake!

On the kitchen counter is an instruction sheet for a Torta Pane Degli Angeli among packets of flour and sugar, piles of eggshells, a large bowl of egg yolks and one cake that literally fell flat. Everything is dusted with a generous coating of flour and icing sugar, like the girl currently beating egg whites with gusto.

Uru made it seem so easy. ]

[ ooc; as open as can be~ ]

Comments

[secondchances]

This is so unladylike! [She's feeling like a human donut.] What would your brother say?!

[heloise]

[ have some more icing, ms donut! ] He would join my side of the battle!

[secondchances]

[Lucrezia has all the ammo >:(! Steph attempts to get to the flour.]

What, you wouldn't try to get him to join my side?

[heloise]

[ holds on to her pack of sugar but lets Steph reach for the flour if she wants, else the food fight won't be fun, right? ] would you prefer that?

[secondchances]

[Flour! It is hers. She has more fun blowing it at Lucrezia than tossing it.]

Nah, I'd rather you on my side, but I guess I'd settle.

[heloise]

[ She squeezes her eyes shut and laughs. Why so kind, Steph? ] As with the cake, my dear, you need only ask.