Private Solvale Dear Old Times

[Fiora Di Angelo]

Solvale,
'Home'
Evening

Her eyes spring open, a gasp escaping from her lips. A loud ring eats away at her ears, something that tries to snap her out of what little sleep she could catch. Her own alarmed state countered by the drowsiness she's victim of, instincts lunging her arm towards the nightstand, grasping onto the scabbard resting in vertical against the wall. The mechanical eye twitched and zoomed on as the greenette glanced over her shoulder, but found no one sharing the king-sized bed in the first place.

Then again that mechanical screech. This time she gets up, tightening her hold onto her weapon, quickly making it over to the bedroom's door and heading downstairs. Compared to the inns she used to rest on, there is something to be said about a two-story house, and one as embellished as theirs. Lacking any of the decor but with the foundations already set here and there, only missing furniture and memories to hang on the walls, and perhaps move the piano to a more isolated kind of room instead of right by the lobby.

She wouldn't allow that accursed bell Ronja installed to ring again. Her hand stretched out to grasp onto the set of oak doors, at first pulling the knobs fruitlessly, something visible from the outside as the struggle proves exactly what one would expect from a house in the woods: The door's locked. Fortunately, her past-self predicted she would run all the way down like this and left for her present-slash-future self the key with a bit of ductape against the frame.

It wouldn't be long for the mechanisms to click and the door to finally open, albeit far slower than one would expect, before she would let half of her face visible. A squinty, sleep-deprived face, fighting back against the sunlight she's hit with but biting down on the temporary blindness before refocusing her glare right onto the guest.

Chocolate skin, blonde hair, and the derpy face of nightmares. There was weight behind her silence, and her brain froze for a moment as she processed who this person was.

And then shut the door on their face.

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@Luthien

 

[Luthien]

The message had arrived earlier that day, an invite from Ronja for the elf to come see their new home and talk about ideas Lúthien had floated in the brunette’s direction before. It had given her enough time to get a few things done in the League, and then a pit stop to her favorite bakery in the city, before finally making her way towards a remote area by the border.

"Alright that’s Hanrift, so their place should be a couple miles left from here… ah! There it is~"

Perhaps it shouldn't have been surprising that Lúthien had taken to the skies often as of late, after all having a bird eye’s view of her surroundings meant the blonde had less chances of actually getting lost on her way to places. Her gentle descent onto the marked dirt path was marked by a small cloud of dust that quickly settled, hands gently patting over her clothes to ensure nothing was out of place as she closed the remaining steps to the front door.

She had time to take in the surroundings while waiting, her gaze flickering from the parked art and a pair of horses tied further way to the training dummies stacked by a pair of windows. The occasional chime of the doorbell echoed inside the home on the few occasions Luth had pressed it, her attention now lingering on a pair of wooden boxes—the lid of one pried open just enough for her eyes to catch a glint of the raw iron ores within.

Busy as always— Her thoughts were interrupted by the faint fumbling on the other side of the wooden door, a grin on her lips as excitement flooded over her system. It had been far too long since she’d last seen the brunette.

"Hey, Ronj—aah." Her chirped greeting faltered as the face of a rather sleep deprived looking greenette slowly came into view, the fellow elf fighting against the glare of the sun until a pair of golden eyes finally focused on her face. "N-Nice to see ya, Fio—"

Slam!

Well... it could've been worse, I guess.

@Fiora Di Angelo

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

Her hand rested against the door, as if she could feel the gremlin plan to burst it down just like that. It took a little longer for her to process what she just saw, and the lack of cheer on Luthien's face. Or rather, how quickly what little excitement had washed away at that very second. A glance over her shoulder reminds her how lonely the house is without the brunette hopping around, with only her noisy aidlings working 24/7 with the chores.

And just how miserable it would be to stick around this place for long, specially knowing she cannot escape the blonde on the other side of this door without being spotted.

Fiora forced the door open again, rather rough this time around, pushing a few disheveled locks to the side, "Shouldn't you be out playing boyscout with Yugam?" Boyscout's league, or something. Her memory couldn't make heads or tails, not when she feels a headache looming right around the corner too, possibly byproduct of the migraine infront of her, "How did you even find this place. Did Ronja tell you about it, or someone in Hanrift?" They periodically visited her, at least the smithy did.

"Don't answer any of that. Most important question: Did you buy any food on the way here?" She replied, inquisitive in tone as her fingers ceaselessly tap against the edges of the door. Her appetite was her weakness, and she couldn't quite hate someone with an empty stomach. Not like she could hate Luthien anymore.

That flame was dim, even if every night she gets a spark of gasoline added into it within the dreamscape...

@Luthien

 

[Luthien]

A long exhale escaped her, the quick tension that had assaulted her shoulders quickly dissipating once the door had been shut close in her face. Did I show up too early...? No, she was certain the agreed meet up time in Ronja’s message had been for now instead of later… perhaps something IRL side had pulled the tinkerer away from the game?

Maybe I should come by lat— The thought is interrupted as her ears pick up the sounds from the other side just before the door opens once more, messy locks of green hair framing a face that—in another time—she would’ve been equally excited to see.

"It’s hard to play scout when you’re buried under paperwork." A light bounce of her shoulders accompanied the words as she tried to keep her tone light and airy. The fact Fiora hasn’t stabbed her after a whole minute and some change hints that things might remain… civil between them, though Lúthien isn’t about to discard violence as an option for the green-haired gremlin yet.

Fiora’s second question leaves the ranger with a perplexed look, though it remains unanswered just as Fiora requested—focusing instead on the truly important matters. "Pfft of course, when have you known me to show up empty handed?" She hadn’t been sure if Fiora would be joining them today, but she had picked up a few treats for the greenette regardless before coming over.

Peace offerings never hurt, right?

"Gotcha a fruity drink," fingers tapped the air as she spoke, before a cool and sealed beverage materialized along with a straw. "Blend of green tea and passion fruit with boba."

Both cup and straw are held out for Fiora to take, though she wasn’t about to even try and enter their home without an obvious invitation from the taller elf. "Also brought some bread and stuff, but I might get some dirt in the sammiches if I make them out here… and neither of us would enjoy that, right?"

@Fiora Di Angelo

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

"Yeah guess so." Quick to dismiss it. Clearly the two were meant to go together as if they were glued by the hip, and just a quick peek around gave her no insight on the fuckboy's presence.

It was still too soon to break the news to Luthien though, too soon given the blonde came over with delicacies. Of course, it was ironic to point out she wasn't empty handed, as it didn't take more than a glance to see that being the case. The UI, most likely, held the goodies that had her licking her lips right now.

Heavens be praised, as no soon after Luthien played the smart route and made it all show up in her face, temptation taking over as Fiora simply opened up the door whole, revealing not only the sword kept at it's sheath, but the pajamas she went to bed with. "Alright, you got yourself an hour or two..." Dead serious, despite her outfit not helping too much to portray that menacing aura of usual. The greenette took a step aside, waving the sword's pommel, gesturing her to step in. "You didn't expect me at all by the looks of it. If it's Ronja, she logged off already. No clue if you got the time wrong or what exactly," She shrugged, letting her blade rest vertically against the door frame, closing the door behind the ranger.

"Next time try to at least send me a message too, I still have you on my friend list, Luth. I could have roasted you alive or something," She scratched away at her temples, her hand reaching over for that golden looking cup of tea Luthien brought out earlier, snatching it straight out of the ranger's grasp, only to look at it completely dumbfounded.

"Did you put something in the tea? What is this even?" The concept of a boba tea just completely alien to her. Just giving a shake to that thing revealed some movement inside, and that was enough to shoot an inquisitive look back at Luthien, "The 'fruity' part of the drink ain't that you put literal fruits in it, is it."

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@Luthien

 

[Luthien]

It was hard to be mad when a good food offering was involved, and the way Fiora’s eyes zeroed onto the bright drink as it materialized told Lúthien she’d been right to do that stop on the way.

The first thing she noticed was the sword by the greenette’s side, thankful to see it was sheathed and hoping it remained that way for the rest of her visit. It’s only once she’s certain that the taller elf wouldn’t cut her in half that Lúthien takes in the rest of Fiora’s attire.

"Pffft...!"

Fiora's messy bed hair only seems to add another level of charm to the reptilian pajamas. Cuuute~ The thought comes with ease, though she’s smart enough to keep the mental squeal to just her head.

"M-Maybe…" She’d have to check their chat history later, though the ranger isn’t one to usually mix-up the time of her planned hangouts. "Think something else might’ve come up?"

Lena was always overprotective of the brunette, and Lúthien doubted that had lessened after the final Szofrit encounter.

"I t-thought about it…" She hadn’t missed the green dot besides Fiora’s name on her friendlist, but the blonde hadn’t been certain if her message would’ve been welcomed or simply added fuel to any lingering embers. "I will next time then."

The cup is taken as she steps into their home, her eyes looking over small details and features that give it that lived-in homey feel—"Uuuh yeaaah…?" The confusion is evident in her face as she turned to look back at Fiora.

"That’s the boba part…." She watched Fiora shake the contents within, an eyebrow arched as she offered the greenette the colorful straw again. "Have you never had bubble tea before, Fio?"

@Fiora Di Angelo

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

The artificial eye shifts, shrinking into pin-point needle levels, scrutinizing the blonde right there and then like a shark's nose tickled by blood and sent into a frenzy. She's been self-aware this whole time, and it wouldn't be now the time to stop, yet the lack of any visible flinching out of Luthien at least proves the gremlin as resilient as expected towards the unexpected.

"Nothing serious I hope. She went down like a brick last night, so I figure she might have overslept." Hand over her nape, scratching away as if that would help with the drowsiness, "Hard to remember this is a game at times." Her voice sharpens to match the vitriol in her glare, and then...

She blinks twice, snapped out of her trance as her hands snatch onto the rather thick straws. That part of the drink she did know about, of course, "Of course I did. Just without the balls. Italian version." She scrambled for an answer, quickly shutting off her uncertainty with a hard, audible sip out of the boba tea, snapping her lips together as she curates the rather alien flavour.

A grunt follows, with both hands clasped around the tea, "Pretty good. But I feel like I'm gonna choke on these out of nowhere." A prospect she was positive about NOT looking after, specially when Luthien would be the closest person around her to unleash whatever rage the beverage brings out of her.

"Probably gonna spit it out on you if that happens." She exhales, a faint smirk posing on her otherwise monotone bitch face, pausing for a moment to sip on the boba tea yet again, far more cautious now about the fruit orbs dangling near the straw's end, "By the way, remember that redhead that helped us with the whole Luna and Diego problem we got?" Dry tone dragged through every syllable as Fiora locks sights onto Luthien yet again, inquisitive. "Heard anything of her since then?"

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@Luthien

 

[Luthien]

"She’s not overexerting herself again, right?" The worry was undeniable in her voice, eyebrows furrowed together as she looked back at the greenette for confirmation. They both knew how stubborn the brunette could be when an idea got in her mind and, after everything that had happened in MITHRA, making sure that Ronja properly rested was paramount.

"Yeah…" She kept her own thoughts on the matter quiet, unwilling to accidentally step on a landmine given the vitriol that almost oozed out of those golden eyes. Fiora wasn’t wrong however, it truly was quite easy to forget this was all just a game… and the dangers that came with it too.

Italian boba…? The brows that had raised in surprise quickly furrowed together, joined by the scrunch in her nose as the blonde wracked her brain over that thought for a moment. A final eyebrow raised high in the air, silently questioning the taller elf, though she didn’t bring further attention to that matter.

"Probably gonna spit it out on you if that happens."
"Please don’t."

An awkward laugh escaped her as the ranger made a mental note to be on alert in case Fiora actually did manage to choke on a sphere and sought to make her words true. "Just don’t suck up a mouthful, and be sure to chew them if any come up the straw." Another cup of the same drink materialized after her fingers danced in the air, the seal atop it pierced with a straw without missing a beat.

"I also brought one for Ronja, so we can store it away for her to have later." Unfortunately she hadn’t thought of asking for a bobaless version when she’d been at the shop, having thought both the tinkerer and her brawny girlfriend would’ve been logged in together as usual. "Just let her know she should avoid the pearls, they get all hard and weird when you put them in the fridge."

It still felt odd seeing Fiora with both of her eyes, although the sight itself wasn’t unwelcomed, and she was glad to see the ear had also been restored. While she would’ve preferred none of her friends had brushed death as they had, at least the revival feature did have some useful perks—

"...!?!"

The unexpected and faint whirring noises, sounds she’d come to associate with Ronja due to her magia composition, caused Lúthien to freeze for a moment as her eyes sought the source. "F-Fio, your eye…?" It’s then that she finally noticed the unnatural movement of her friend’s pupils, the small clicks being movements reserved solely to magia eyes.

Another click from it confirms it, before the conversation turns towards the once mahogany haired unnie of hers. "L-Lune, right?" It isn’t common for Fiora to ask about others, much less to her of all people given how things have been recently, and the unexpected inquiry about her unnie of all people certainly raised some suspicion.

"Mm, y-yeah… I’ve seen her here and there." She’s careful to not add unnecessary details, determined to keep @Lune‘s secret as promised. Instead her fingers breeze through the air, the familiar scent of freshly baked bread wafting over the room as a distraction materialized in the form of a large wicker basket into her arms. "No complaints if I use your kitchen, right?"

@Fiora Di Angelo

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

Ronja was a bit late. Turned a few accidents in the kitchen occurred, and it post poned her expected log in. It would be a bit awkward if @Luthien showed up, especially since Ronja didn't have the proper timing to tell @Fiora Di Angelo about the visit.

As soon as the problems were solved, mostly thanks to Lena, Ronja rushed to her room as fast as her wheelchair allowed, and a few typings and wrapping her head with her VR device later, Ronja Riemenschneider became Ronja Bubblyfoot, in another house that wasn't her fancy mansion, but the cozy place she had built with her girlfriend in the lovely village of Hanrift.

She nearly leaped out of her bed, a bit clumsily getting to the door and noticing that both of the actors were online.

Bitting her underlip, she staggered, finding her way down, and by the time she listened both of the voices, it was already too late, spotting the two of them while Ronja herself was on her pajamas, that was a simple, orange one.

Her mouth stayed slightly open for a moment, and a concerned smile crossed her lips. "Luthy! Hello, erm... Sorry for taking a bit." She apologized, glancing between her and her girlfriend. "Sorry for taking a while to log in too, dear." Her gaze lingered on her, trying to assess her girlfriend's emotions regarding their guest.

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

"You would do the same if you were in her shoes." Words meant to cut, to pry open these old wounds from the past, yet it wasn't cold anger what she spoke with this time. Acceptance, disappointment perhaps, the feelings she couldn't quite discern besides their negativity "Can't say I blame her for it. Kinda hard to think of it logically when, despite being under someone else's influence, you still did all that with your own two hands." She let the comment hang in the air instead as she focused on her drink, like her own stress ball to keep her from sharpening her tongue an extra mile.

It was always an uphill battle for her to keep the irrational hate in check, usually one she could win, but to have a friend be the source of it? It begun to fester from the inside, boil out the cold by which she dictates her every move. The way Luth laughs, how she carries herself between awareness of their situation. Walking on thin ice about to melt under her animosity.

"Just don't suck up a mouthful, and be sure to chew them if any come up the straw."
"Sounds like someone isn't ready to dodge."

A dry retort followed by a sip, "I dunno, that sounds more of an us-thing. She's got all these robot bits and stuff, maybe she can process the pearls. Wouldn't be surprised she had an icecream machine in her at this point." She shrugs. If such is the case, she's yet to get a Ronja Icecream, and no doubt that would be a great way to cool her fires...

The lens in her eye focuses, it's gears shifting as it proves it's artifical nature once more to the blonde. It was a wordless explanation, the severity lingering on her features making it quite clear it wasn't by choice. There is that one mutual acquaintance of theirs, name as accursed as Voldemort's. It needs no introduction, no presence within this room, and yet it's still very palpable.

Even her ears healed, but that eye and the scar that runs through it did not. As fresh as the day Ronja carved it through her skull.

Her brows furrow, a powerful frown ready to deliver it's next step in this little trial she put Luthien through. Lips parted, ready to speak up properly on the matter of their oreo-haired friend, only to stop short, bested firsthand by Ronja's voice that got her ears to flicker, turning a little to the side to face the brunette,

"It's all good. Next time let me know about it though," Her features soften just enough, her voice losing it's cadence, yet it was a bit too hard to prove her innocence with her sword sheathed, resting against her hip, "I almost split her into an elven hamburger I'm not gonna lie, she was about to leave me to choke on this drink." She taps her beverage just then, eyes shifting back towards Luthien,

"Come. You probably gonna like what Ronja did with the kitchen, it's pretty much automated thanks to the Chef-lings." Turning on her heel and with a wave of her hand, Fiora begun to head down, walking past the piano and pushing through a pair of doors leading to a furnished room, not so different to the last if only far more compact and much more simple in comparison, with the highlight being the large, rectangular table and it's many rows of chairs set around.

Rather empty at first glance besides the lights set across the walls and the few paintings aiding the visuals. There were yet two more doors to cross, one to the north being similar to the last, and a metallic set on the west, a clear indicator of an entrance to the kitchen given their knobless, push & pull nature.

"There's still work to be done here and there but most of the house is done at least. We got a lot of help from the people in Hanrift." She sighs, clicking her tongue and clapping her hands together. Filler, for a few seconds as she gave a look over at Ronja's pijamas and her own. "Y'know you can go and dress up if you wanna, unless you enjoy looking like a fruit, hun. We'll be fine." Concluded with a smile.

The closest to a 'I'm not gonna strangle our friend' she could offer

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@Luthien @Ronja Bubblyfoot

 

[Luthien]

It didn’t take long for their conversation to steer back into old wounds, the very same that continue to fester and refuse to properly heal. While Fiora’s voice lacks the usual edge she’s still not foolish enough to believe herself out of the woods and into some false sense of safety; aware that it would only take a moment for the greenette to draw the steel she keeps at her hip.

"Oh, I can dodge." Light banter that reminds her of the good old days, when things were simpler and every action didn;t have to be overanalyzed in the process. "I don’t think you’ll enjoy the aftermath though."

For a moment the drinks give them a mundane enough topic they can both focus on, her nose scrunching up slightly at the hardened surface and less chewy center from a past mistake. "Maybe… I dunno though, visuals and texture are just as important in food as flavor if you want a good experience." And she wanted her friend to have the best experience that could be provided… Ronja deserved it and much more.

The mention of an ice cream maker being hidden somewhere inside the brunette earns another raised eyebrow, and the faint smirk threatening to pull the edges of her lips—one Lúthien barely managed to keep at bay—betrays the possible gutterball brewing within that mind of hers.

A miracle decides to intervene before shit can go wrong however, the faint sounds upstairs are easily caught by her ears and causing those crimson eyes to glance in the general direction of where their room is located above. They shift towards the open friend list at the edge of her vision, the green dot beside Ronja’s name confirming what Luthien already suspected.

"Hey Ronja~" Her voice is calm and soft as the brunette finally comes into view, a warm smile on her lips as she shook her head when Ronja tried to apologize. "Don’t worry about it, Fio was kind enough to let me in—"

The unexpected lie that slipped out of Fiora’s lips with natural ease caused those red orbs to zero back on the greenette, brows furrowed as Lúthien frowned in response. "I would never...!" The taller elf doesn’t miss a beat as she starts making her way towards the kitchen, the faint echoes of a sigh that escaped Lúthien disappearing before she turned back to Ronja.

"Orange looks good on you, but you can take some time to get ready if you want." Hopefully the presence of the magia in their household is enough to keep Fiora from following the irrational impulses of a certain entity... but she can’t rely on the brunette to keep the peace between them forever. "I got some bubble tea for you, too~"

@Fiora Di Angelo | @Ronja Bubblyfoot

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

Ronja's eyes retracted and clicked twice as she listened to the banter that didn't sound as playful as it should, and despite @Fiora Di Angelo and @Luthien's words, she shook her hands, frowning very slightly. "Ronja is fine. She's at home and there are no strangers in here... Besides, Ronja can't leave only Nico in a funny pajama." Her eyes shifted and looked over Fiora, peering her thoroughly before lingering her gaze a bit longer and clicking her eye once.

Her expressions then quickly shifted to an apologetic face, along with a voice tone that fitted it. "Ronja is really sorry. She was meaning to tell you when she logged in, but she had a few technical problems." She grimaced slightly.

"As for the bubble tea... Ronja likes the idea! You've brought it, or are you going to make it right now?" Ronja wondered, watching Luthien moving toward the kitchen.

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

"I don't think you'll enjoy the aftermath though."
"Ronja would kill me with her disappointed jedi stare alone."

Were there any iron present, they could pretty much call it a standoff. With Ronja, the chance of dictating the conversation's pace and topics simply fades. She can tell her antics all too well, the thought alone warping a faint smirk on her lips as the brunette proved it right once the pijama topic came up.

"True true," Impassive, Fiora rubs her chin, buying herself time to think as Ronja apologizes, waving a hand dismissively "No big deal, so long as everything's good on your end." Her voice weightless, her hands instead gesturing over towards the kitchen doors.

Ronja and logging off out of a sudden were a very unfun duo to witness, a misunderstanding at best, a rush to the hospital at worst, and a matter she'd rather not linger the conversation into for long.

Fiora took one step forth and pushed both doors open, were a rather typical industrial type of kitchen could be found past the doors, with shelves high and low, rows of worktables surrounding the walls, and one large, rectangular metallic table at it's center. Built for efficiency rather than style, yet with more than one empty spot and shelf, owing to the 'Work In Progress' nature she made mention of. While it was clear it could be operated by them, the noisy little bots flying about were it's only workers, steel cooks, cleaners and butlers.

One in particular stood out however, even for Ronja. This one Aidling hovering on and about with a chef's hat practically glued to the top of it's 'head'. Thankfully it didn't stand on the way of it's vision, partially at best.

"Luth offered some to me before so, I doubt she has to prepare any?" Hesitant on this one, both because of the tea she's got offered straight away, and her own reluctancy to finish it in the first place as the circular threats housed within the cup linger still.

Finally she turns over to face Luthien, stretching a hand over towards the nearest table, "The cheflings here do all the work though so if you need anything just ask 'em." A pause, leaving curiosity to get the best of her at that moment as she inspects her from head to toe as her right eye clicks and zooms in & out, "What's your angle? We both know Ronja here ain't gonna let ya' do all by yourself." She smirks, her hand idling over the table as she lets the drink rest, "And it wouldn't be fun to just watch you work."

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@Luthien @Ronja Bubblyfoot

 

[Luthien]

"Don’t worry ‘bout it, figured something came up when I saw you weren’t online." Of course it had worried Lúthien, the brunette was known for her punctuality after all, but all that truly mattered was that Ronja was well. "Was Lena giving you a hard time?"

An impressed whistle escaped as they stepped into the kitchen, and it’s easy to see that the blonde approves of it all—unsurprising really when one remembers her love for food and cooking.

"Yeah, these are from Dough Re Mi back in Finweald." Two more identical cups and straws materialized into the air, one of them offered to the brunette with a smile. "I can show you how to do the pearls one day IRL if you really like ‘em~"

She can’t help but admire what she can only assume is the little head chef-ling hovering about, before Fiora’s voice brings her back to the conversation at hand. "No angle, though I’ll never say no if Ronja wants to give me a hand~" A familiar wicker basket materializes onto the counter next, one Fiora might remember from a time long ago.

"Bought all the stuff ready to go this time around though." After all, she hadn’t known in what state their kitchen would be in, and sometimes you just wanted a simple meal. "Fresh out of the oven too~"

The scent of freshly baked bread and cheese would grow as the top of the wicker basket was finally opened, the elf looking around the kitchen until she found a metal bowl large enough to her liking. A large paper bag was pulled out from the basket then, the greasy stains on its material hinting of the deliciousness inside, before Lúthien opened it to reveal the warm cheesy bread pieces inside.

They were poured out into the bowl she’d found before it was pushed closer to Fiora and Ronja, a silent offer for them to dig in. "They’re as addictive as their IRL counterparts~"

@Fiora Di Angelo | @Ronja Bubblyfoot

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

It was all sounding pacific enough, but Ronja was really concerned on how things could escalate if she averted her eyes from the two of them even for a moment. She would already not let @Luthien do all the job by herself, but with @Fiora Di Angelo included in the equation she would absolutely not let neither of them do anything by themselves while alone.

"When Lena isn't giving people a hard time..?" She sighed deeply, shaking her head before nodding. "Ronja will help, and she isn't asking permission for it." Ronja waved her finger in a negative motion, joining the two in the kitchen without wasting a second.

But before any cooking could be done, it seemed like something was already all prepared, with her eyes clicking as she took her time to sniff the gentle smell of cheese.

"Oh, what's that?" Ronja asked, leaning in and watching it with curiosity. Her eyes clicked and the pupils retracted before she took one with her index and thumb, analyzing it before tossing one into her mouth, munching it. "Mm!" Her eyes opened widely as she rested a hand on her cheek with a blissful expression and a hum.