#myflowers

My red lady is blooming .

Pretty flowers are life !   

Make yourself outstanding at any time no matter you’re a woman or a man ! 

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Dinner is an informal affair. 

The table had been set not in one of the many dining halls within the Manor, but within the kitchen itself. The work table where normally the dough would be kneaded and the vegetables cut is now covered with a rich green cloth. Theresa and Daphne have outdone themselves in the small amount of time they had— dozens of small bowls and jars filled with all kinds of fruits, jams and spreads. There is a vegetable soup still slowly simmering on a low fire, and Daphne is in the process of taking freshly baked bread out of the oven. 

Theresa sits once they enter and gestures to their places. “It might not be a traditional evening meal but I hope it will please you nonetheless. We have been trying to harvest and preserve as much as we can from the gardens, now so many have left and those who remain don’t dare to step in. As a consequence, we have grown custom to more eclectic nourishment.” 

“It looks delicious,” Jaskier says, honestly, and his stomach rumbles. 

“Please, take whatever you desire,” Theresa says. “We also have— oh, I’m sorry. One moment.”