Dinner for Two. EMELAN.
tammy_drabbles. Prompt: meal times.
Lark set out the dishes for their evening meal. The table was almost two big for just two to eat at, and she thought of suggesting they go eat with the rest of Winding Circle, except Rosethorn had almost finished cooking and nothing Lark had noticed her making would keep well.
“Rosie?” she called. “Do we need spoons tonight?”
There was a pause. “No!”
Lark frowned. She’d been almost certain that Rosethorn had been making soup in the kitchen. She sniffed the air delicately, caught a distinct scent of burned water and smiled slightly. No spoons tonight.
Rosethorn carried two covered dishes in from the kitchen. “I burned the soup,” she said and kissed Lark.
Anyway, the days when Discipline wasn’t full of students were rare. No need to spoil their solitude.