[ she doesn’t know how it started or whether what he does is purposeful to ruin her or simply retaliate against anyone who might be messing with his ingredients. all that she knows is what she witnesses and right now, that happens to be that man beside her is using some sort of magic to disrupt the process of her dish.
when she takes notice of the frozen butter, there’s a quiet frustration in the tight pressing of her lips, but she keeps the composure, chin raised as she peers over to the man beside her.
she won’t even attempt to sneak, won’t disguise it now as she twirls her fingers for more of that soft crimson light as she uses it to merely carry her frozen butter and exchange it with the warmer butter on his table.
no subject
when she takes notice of the frozen butter, there’s a quiet frustration in the tight pressing of her lips, but she keeps the composure, chin raised as she peers over to the man beside her.
she won’t even attempt to sneak, won’t disguise it now as she twirls her fingers for more of that soft crimson light as she uses it to merely carry her frozen butter and exchange it with the warmer butter on his table.
two can play at this game, sir. ]