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“No worries, I give great constructive criticism,” she laughed, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Maybe you, CJ, and myself can get together and cook and taste our creations!”

❝ It’s a good thing I have pretty tough skin then. ❞ She joked with a smile. ❝ That sounds like a great idea. I’ll mention it to her and see what she says. ❞ The brunette suggested. ❝ I should warn you that CJ will probably do less cooking and more tasting though. That girl loves to eat. ❞

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Ceres was really feeling herself tonight. She felt like she was super cute tonight. She smiled at Freddie. “Would you like to get in a boat, or stay on land gorgeous?”

Freddie rose her brow and flushed lightly, when Ceres referred to her as gorgeous. Freddie thought the demigod looked good that night, but she kept that semi-confusing thought to herself. ❝ Definitely land. Water isn’t my thing yet. ❞ She mused with embarrassment, reflecting on the ride to Auradon from the Isle. 

“Sounds like it must be pretty nice,” he nodded. “Yeah, it does. It’s weird, it’s made me see him a little differently.” He shrugged. “A little bit of both, I guess. It’s really amazing, but can be very high energy, and I’m not sure I can keep up with that.”

❝ Nice doesn’t even begin to describe it. ❞ She sighed contently. ❝ Differently in a good way, I hope. I’m beginning to learn that there’s more to people than what meets the eye. ❞ Freddie divulged, considering her initial thoughts about the Auradonians when they came to the Isle. ❝ Just give it some time. Maybe things will change, and it will all seem normal to you. ❞

“Thank goodness I’m not the only one!” She laughed, shaking her head a bit. “Well, if you ever need a taste tester, I’m completely willing!”

❝ I’ll definitely take you up on that ! I know my friend CJ is also dying to try out things I cook. ❞ She offered with  chuckle. ❝ Just a fair warning that the food might not be great for a while. ❞

“It was more of the same, just longer sleeves, thicker materials. The colors get a little darker, but not nearly Isle dark.” She nodded. “I think that would be pretty nice to see. I do understand how the current fashion can be a bit of an adjustment.”

❝ That must really stick out when it snows. Wait, does it know in Auradon City ? I know it might not in other places, but that would be really cool. ❞ She mused with curiosity. ❝ Honestly, the clothes don’t need to be Isle dark because that’s pretty drab. Maybe a nice in between. Who knows what people will come up with ? ❞

  “have you noticed the uniforms are like weirdly itchy? maybe it’s just my distaste for them that makes me think that.” she giggled, tucking a lose piece of brown hair behind her ear. “I’m sure this is, maybe evie or dizzy will at some point. honestly if they can do I’ll just hand them my money, I’m am dying for some new clothes that I can look out without getting a headache.”

❝ All the more reason to ditch the skirts and wear something more exciting. ❞ She snorted, hoping her own uniform would not become itchy. ❝ Hell, I’m hoping one of them does sooner rather than later. As interesting as these dresses are, I’d rather not knock someone’s teeth out for looking up my skirt. ❞ She joked. ❝ Everything is just out there in the open, and it’s even worse with heels. ❞

“Nah, I just sort of space out sometimes, it’s a poor habit,” she chuckled before nodding, interested in what she was saying. “Oh wow, that’s great! I bet once you start you’ll be amazing. Cooking is so much fun!”

❝ Please, I’ve been guilty of doing that way too many times... and trying to play it off even more times. ❞ She chuckled with a shrug. ❝ I hope so. I think it’s going to be something I really like ! ❞

“It’s finally fall. Which means decorating pumpkins and spooky times. My body is ready.”

❝ With all that excitement about pumpkins, someone might think you’re from Halloween Town. ❞ She teased.

“No, I totally get it, my head was in the clouds,” Natalia agreed, glancing at the book in her hand. “You cook?” She grinned, motioning towards the book.

❝ Thinking about something in particular ? ❞ She asked curiously before shaking her head. ❝ Not yet, but I want to learn. Someone from the Isle needs to know how to cook more than mush. ❞ She chuckled. 

“That sounds really amazing. I’ll have to visit someday,” he nodded. “Yeah, I hear you. My dad was the opposite. He didn’t spare a detail. But my dad is…my dad. When he described all the colors, and the…madness of it all…I kinda figured it was just more of his crazy rambling, that he was making it up. I never thought it would live up to all of that. And then it did.”

❝ I was expecting to see a shit hole, but the Bayou is the complete opposite. ❞ She mused. ❝ That does make him seen a little less mad, doesn’t it ? ❞ Freddie posed, realizing who his father might be. ❝ Are you glad or worried that it lived up to what he said ? ❞

“I am glad the colors aren’t as loud as they could be,” she chuckled. “I think that’s very possible. I don’t doubt that leather will suddenly be all the rage once the weather starts getting colder. More diverse opinions mean more diverse fashion, I think.”

❝ What have people in Auradon been wearing in the past, when it gets cold ? ❞ She asked. ❝ Honestly, I’m just waiting for someone to start selling clothes that incorporate both styles. Not that there’s anything wrong with these Auradon clothes, but they’re a bit much if you’re not used to it. ❞

He nodded, glad he wasn’t alone in this feeling. “Was it better or worse than he said? Wonderland is…exactly like my dad described, but not at all like I imagined it in my head.”

❝ Ten times better than he ever described. There were so many lights and colors, and the food and music are to die for. ❞ She gushed with a smile. ❝ I think he was just holding out, which doesn’t surprise me at all. ❞ She mused with pursed lips. ❝ I haven’t been to Wonderland yet. How did you imagine it ? ❞

  “I like that idea, could you imagine the kids of auradon in some cool colored leather? or even just a black shirt with some combat boots?  honestly I’m on board with anything that isn’t pastel, it’s the only color these stores sell around here.” 

❝ Tell me about it. The university uniforms could be worse, but I won’t be liking the plaid anytime soon. ❞ She shuddered, thinking of the clothes she had to wear to class. ❝ Someone from the Isle just needs to open up their own shop. They should have plenty of fabric here, right ? ❞

“I’m such a klutz, I’m so sorry,” Natalia said, feeling her cheeks heat up in embarrassment. “I swear, if my head wasn’t attached to my shoulders, it’d fly away.”

Freddie softened a bit, when the girl apologized profusely. ❝ It’s fine, don't worry about it. ❞ She cut in. ❝ Sorry, I was just caught a bit off guard, you know ? ❞ She mused, holding up the cooking textbook. 

Today Natalia had decided to take a stroll around the grounds before classes. It was early, the sun beginning to warm the surroundings, the birds chirping, everything was calm. It was truly beautiful and relaxing. That was until she got so distracted by the serenity of it all, that she walked straight into someone, “Oh my! Gosh, I’m so sorry!”

Freddie was too busy studying a cooking recipe from a textbook to notice the inevitable collision. When it occurred, the brunette stumbled and clutched the book tightly to keep it from falling. ❝ Honestly, the lengths people have to go to just to get some peace and quiet. ❞ She huffed, trying to keep her temper in check.

“You know…hearing about the place you were meant to grow up in stories is one thing. Seeing it in person is…really something else,” Maddox said, mostly to himself. “It’s like…nostalgia for something you never actually had. It’s weird,” he continued.

❝ That’s how I felt the first time I saw Bayou de Orleans. ❞ She agreed with a reminiscent sigh. ❝ My dad always talked bad about it, but it was nothing like he described. That made it that much better. ❞ She explained.