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“Hmm… I was just going to make this when I got back to my village, but it’d be a lot more fun with you!” Shing always preferred to do things with friends instead of by himself, even if he wanted to make this specially for Kohaku. Also, this was Cheria’s mother’s recipe, so it was special to her too!

“Do we need to get the ingredients? I have a couple jars of miso on me.” He was always prepared with emergency miso rations. “And thanks for the help, Cheria!”

Cheria once again was not sure how to comment on Shing happening to have a couple jars of miso on his person... rather, she didn’t want to say anything out of fear of coming off as rude. She put that aside and began poking around her cupboards, thinking back on what was listed in the recipe.

“Let me see...”

She has plenty of the essentials—brown sugar, flour, cinnamon and the like, but this recipe called for some rather... particular ingredients. She never had more than one type of apple around the house to start, and this one called for both Granny Smith and Fuji.

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When happy:

When sad:

Seeing something they want:

When their berserk button is pushed:

Seeing someone they dislike:

“Yeah! …Do you think we should triple it?” This was a genuine question.

Either way, he held out the page so Cheria could see it again. “I think I have most of this! I might need to get more miso though, if we decide to put triple miso.”

Shing scanned the page again before handing it back to Cheria. “It sounds good! I’ll do my best for Kohaku and your mom! I don’t want to ruin her recipe.” He pauses before adding, “Thank you for sharing something so special with me.” His own mother didn’t leave behind a cookbook of any sort, and he knew all of his grandpa’s recipes already. So he appreciated this new homemade recipe more than his friend knew.

Cheria had to restrain herself from commenting on Shing’s proposal of tripling the amount of miso in the dish. She thought she was going to be sick just thinking about it. At least the miso was only part of the topping...

“I see. That’s fine and all, but will you be alright making this on your own...?” Cheria assumed he was going to do this by himself--as a surprise to Kohaku. From what she knew of Shing, he seemed a bit... clumsy, and she knew this recipe required some careful preparation. She didn’t want to butt in, but...

Shing held on to the stool so Cheria wouldn’t lose her balance. It was kind of her to go digging through all her old recipes to find one he needed, but his concern grew when a dust cloud filled the air. “E-eh?! Are you okay, Cheria?”

Soon enough his friend hopped off the stool and showed him what she found. “Wow!” He carefully took her mother’s old recipe and looked it over. “Well there’s miso in it, so it sounds good to me! We’ll just double the suggested amount.” Or triple… either way, Kohaku would likely put more on it.

“Double it...!?”

Cheria sighed at the thought. She knew Kohaku had a tendency to overdo it with the miso--if what Shing had told her in the past was anything to go by--but the thought alone upset her. That would ruin a perfectly good dish!

“Hm, let’s see...”

Cheria was poking around her cupboards, looking through a pile of recipes her mother had left. Shing had stopped by and asked if she had anything on miso-based dishes--he didn’t specify why he needed one, but it was obvious it was for Kohaku.

I really ought to organize these later, this is a mess!

She coughed a bit as dust suddenly filled the air, waving her hands in front of her wildly. Finally, she found something that had miso in it, and jumped off the stool she was standing on to show Shing.

“I can imagine it must. Though monster attacks have not been quite as prevalent as of late, there is ever a need for someone of your talents.” Richard turned to face her fully, the rustle of the trees leaves echo behind him as the gentle night breeze toys with them. The soft sound of water lapping at the rocks adds a level of peace to the air. It was little surprise she found respite here, even before considering what it must mean to her personally.

“Even so, please be certain not to overwork yourself. I will be the first to tell you how much help you and your network of colleagues have been, not only to Windor but to everyone on Ephinea, however, I do not wish for that to come at any personal cost to you. Be certain to always consider your own happiness. Even the things we love and enjoy most can wear one down if they are not cautious.”

Though he said as much, he was perhaps equally guilty when it came to the duties of the throne. There was never any end to the demands upon his time, to the things that needed doing and Richard rarely if ever truly found a moments’ pause. He worked tirelessly; he could not afford not to. All this mess was his doing, he owed it to his people, to those who worked as endlessly as Cheria did, not to falter.

“Perhaps not as well as I should,” he confesses. “It can be difficult to find the time. There is still so much that needs doing. Perhaps I need heed my own advice.” A soft chuckle to himself. There was a difference however, between he and Cheria: in his mind she deserved to find happiness.

“I wonder if that is what brought us both here.”

“Maybe...” she said with a light sigh. Cheria knew that her job was what allowed so many people to live peacefully, and yet she still felt that it was never enough.

“But please, do be sure to take care of yourself. Get enough sleep, and don’t push yourself too much. I say that as a friend, not just a medic.”

She knew this was easier said than done, but in her experience, sometimes it just takes a little push for something to happen. And that like him, she should try to take her own words to heart.

To be honest, it felt rather strange to call herself Richard’s friend. She longed to get to know him better for herself rather than through Asbel and Sophie’s stories, that much was true,  she just wasn’t sure that they were that close yet. Not yet, at least. In her heart, she never truly held any of his actions against him, and more than anything, she could sympathize with his situation.

It was for this reason that she so dearly hoped for him to find peace and happiness for himself, as he had hoped for her.

“If anything ever bothers you, feel free to come talk to me about it. I don’t mind listening.”

”Asbel...”

Cheria reaches over to comfort her childhood friend--the person she’s had her heart set on for so many years. Her actions are hesitant; she doesn’t want to push him. Doesn’t want to hurt him in the state he’s in.

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- Cheria -

THE STEADFAST TIN SOLDIER: paper dolls. rain against a windowpane.  fish for supper.  silent communications through eye contact. a tiny tin heart.  cobbled streets.  deep rivers.  open fireplaces.  well-loved toys.

THUMBELINA: water lilies and lily pads. red and yellow tulips. sun reflecting against water. iridescent beetles.  singing beautiful songs.  swallows.  butterfly wings.  dresses made from flowers. dark tunnels. stories about summer.

LITTLE MATCH GIRL: bitterly cold winds.  sound of a match striking.  falling stars. the most beautiful dream. tiny flickering flames.  fat snowflakes. the feeling on New Year’s Eve. ignored by all but one.

THE SNOW QUEEN: shattered mirrors.  early morning sled rides.  rose bushes.  crows. dancing shadows.  robbers and thieves.  sleeping with a knife.  reindeer.  ice skates.   tears of joy.  northern lights.

THE LITTLE MERMAID: strings of pearls.  warm, soft sand. church bells.  lost voice. dripping wet hair.  fireworks.  thunder storms.

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