She took Melodia's hand, slowly rising up with the tiniest of sniffles. She looked between her and Franz, starting to feel embarrassed that such a fuss was raised but she drew the attention upon herself anyways. She looked back and forth between the two before blurting out, "Well, I don't have enough ingredients for another batch! By the time I go to the market, get the supplies, go back, bake, let them cool, and then come back, it'll be late!"
She shuffled her feet, boots scuffing against the stone and the crumbs. Everything was beyond salvageable. "I could always wait till tomorrow," she mumbled grumpily to herself.
She shuffled her feet, boots scuffing against the stone and the crumbs. Everything was beyond salvageable. "I could always wait till tomorrow," she mumbled grumpily to herself.
