Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Ignorance might not’ve been bliss in this situation, but Lena was eternally optimistic. She knew what she needed; but didn’t pies have some outer layer? “How about I let you make a crust, while I start working on the bread for Sera?” Handing over some of the supplies, and allowing Darkeye an adequate amount of space along the counter, she began working on the dough, which they would both need anyway.
On another thought, she snagged at a recipe book tucked along one of her cabinets, rubbing off the flour she’d just accidentally placed upon it. “Maybe this will tell you?” Surely there had to be something on pies and their proportions within the tome.
On another thought, she snagged at a recipe book tucked along one of her cabinets, rubbing off the flour she’d just accidentally placed upon it. “Maybe this will tell you?” Surely there had to be something on pies and their proportions within the tome.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
