The agreement: access to the kitchens for a very limited time per day.
Emilia accepts it for now, aware she shouldn't push her luck. She's trying to pick her battles, instead of fighting all of them.
Sometimes.
Though she doubts the culprits of the masque poisoning would attempt the same exact trick twice, she remains vigilant about the food being served at the palace. It helps cooking is an area she feels confident in. Nobility and court politics, on the other hand...
The blueberries in the ice box looked too tempting to ignore today, besides. And the focaccia bread she'd given time to rise earlier! It dimples perfectly. The end result of this bread almost blocks the waves of sadness that crash into her as she moves around a kitchen that is not Sea & Vine. Memories have tricks of their own. But no one told her they've thorns, too.
After drizzling the olive oil and garlic mixture she concocted onto the bread, she scatters the blueberries over the loaf. Adds some lemon wheels and rosemary leaves for good measure. Tops with just a bit of parmesan, salt, and cracked pepper.
It cuts into nice, long slices once she bakes the loaf golden. She shares some of those slices with the cooks on staff and thanks them for sharing their space with her, before placing the rest in a small basket. She carries that basket with her to Vannozza's wing of the Doxe palace, and much like last time, sets it down on a nearby table should anyone else from the team feel like partaking.
True, most have no reason to trust her cooking, either. But she knows she isn't a danger. ... To them, at least.
( CLOSED TO MARCOS. )
Emilia accepts it for now, aware she shouldn't push her luck. She's trying to pick her battles, instead of fighting all of them.
Sometimes.
Though she doubts the culprits of the masque poisoning would attempt the same exact trick twice, she remains vigilant about the food being served at the palace. It helps cooking is an area she feels confident in. Nobility and court politics, on the other hand...
The blueberries in the ice box looked too tempting to ignore today, besides. And the focaccia bread she'd given time to rise earlier! It dimples perfectly. The end result of this bread almost blocks the waves of sadness that crash into her as she moves around a kitchen that is not Sea & Vine. Memories have tricks of their own. But no one told her they've thorns, too.
After drizzling the olive oil and garlic mixture she concocted onto the bread, she scatters the blueberries over the loaf. Adds some lemon wheels and rosemary leaves for good measure. Tops with just a bit of parmesan, salt, and cracked pepper.
It cuts into nice, long slices once she bakes the loaf golden. She shares some of those slices with the cooks on staff and thanks them for sharing their space with her, before placing the rest in a small basket. She carries that basket with her to Vannozza's wing of the Doxe palace, and much like last time, sets it down on a nearby table should anyone else from the team feel like partaking.
True, most have no reason to trust her cooking, either. But she knows she isn't a danger. ... To them, at least.