06.Aug.13, 05:19 PM
Casa frowned thoughtfully, setting aside the strips almost automatically as she worked out more dough. "Were you born here? Do you have any firelizards? What's your favorite color?" The woman seemed to almost not consider herself more than a drudge awaiting either magically blossoming into a dragonrider or staying a drudge forever. She had to have more to her, and Casa felt like maybe if she just gave the right kind of encouragement, she would open up a little. Then again, maybe she was a more private woman. She'd know one way or another pretty soon.
As she awaited the woman's answers, she popped over to check on the crusts. Pie making was one of her favorite things to do; when you loved eating pies and were good at sneaking them away with a charming look, it helped your cause if you just learned how to make them yourself. Her first couple attempts at making pie had ended...well, there had been nothing but a mess. And once in a while, she just got the ratio for the crusts mixed up, and it ended up being too dry, which made the pie no fun whatsoever.
However, this seemed to be perfectly golden brown. Giggling to herself, she carefully took them out one by one, setting them to cool on the counter. Once the steam had stopped rising, she gleefully scooped the thick, sugary fruit mixture into each pie. Once the fruit was evenly distributed, she carefully lay the strips over the top, shrugging when the lattice work came out slightly skewed. She then put them into the oven to bake for a while longer, licking the bowl while waiting for Vaelya's answers.
As she awaited the woman's answers, she popped over to check on the crusts. Pie making was one of her favorite things to do; when you loved eating pies and were good at sneaking them away with a charming look, it helped your cause if you just learned how to make them yourself. Her first couple attempts at making pie had ended...well, there had been nothing but a mess. And once in a while, she just got the ratio for the crusts mixed up, and it ended up being too dry, which made the pie no fun whatsoever.
However, this seemed to be perfectly golden brown. Giggling to herself, she carefully took them out one by one, setting them to cool on the counter. Once the steam had stopped rising, she gleefully scooped the thick, sugary fruit mixture into each pie. Once the fruit was evenly distributed, she carefully lay the strips over the top, shrugging when the lattice work came out slightly skewed. She then put them into the oven to bake for a while longer, licking the bowl while waiting for Vaelya's answers.