made with love
description; Reina's family teases her about her crush on Mistria's newest resident.
notes; This was a prompt by one of the lovely persons on FoM's discord! I'm on there under the username 'schramollie.' Go on over there and join the early access hype!! Also this may be a little OOC for everyone here now since there are so much more dialogue for everyone, so it may take me a while to get a grasp of the characters🌺💗
word count; 754
warnings; n/a
“Reinaaaa, why won’t you share any of those desserts with us?” Maple pouted, dramatically sliding down past the countertop and out of view, to try (and fail) to sway the young chef’s mind. Luc stood on standby, always there as an advisor to his sister’s ‘diplomatic discussions', which often included begging for sweets.
Reina rolled her eyes, slowly working the tender fruit into her scone batter, cautious to avoid staining the entire dough a washed-out pink.
“I’ve already told you, Maple, this isn’t for you. Were you the one that grew these strawberries?”
Luc watched as Maple flopped on the ground with a groan, and readjusted his glasses, huffing.
"Reina, how come you never share the food you make with the farmer's crops? I kind of got it the first few times, but now it's just unfair."
Right before Reina opened her mouth to return a quick quip to her little brother's whining, her mother walked by in a rush to the soup pot.
"Dears, let Reina figure out her feelings for that cute farmer. You know what Reina puts in every treat she makes: " Josephine paused to let her two youngest complete her saying with her, which they eventually did: "lots of love!"
Maple jolted upright with the realization, while Luc just grinned devilishly.
Reina could feel warmth rush to her head.
“That’s why you make them so much food! You want to show them that you looooove them. You have a crush on the farmer!” Maple squealed, jumping up and down.
“Ma!”
Josephine ladeled some soup into a to-go cup and shushed her eldest as she left the inn. "Oh, hush, darling, don’t act like I don’t see the way you look at them.” She chuckled, slamming the doors behind her.
The moment of silence after everyone digested what happened was deafening. Reina internally kicked herself. She couldn’t stop her feelings when it came to the farmer. Not only were they kind and hardworking, they were generous. Especially to Reina.
Reina could have sworn that her heart exploded with excitement when they stopped by the inn to hand her freshly picked produce. She was so delighted, in fact, scanning over all the items in the wicker basket and brainstorming dishes to include them in, that she nearly missed the angelic way the farmer gently laughed at her, setting the crops on the table.
“Reina, you really are cute when you get excited about food. I think I might just have to keep bringing you ingredients from now on.”
She still hasn’t been able to move on from that memory without her heart skipping a beat (and her cheeks flushing when thinking about the way their toned muscles flexed beautifully in the early morning sun).
Reina groaned, fighting the urge to hide her face in front of her two siblings, and instead poured the dough onto the flour-dusted counter to cut the scones into their signature triangular shape. She was determined to finish this before dying of embarrassment.
“Reina, we’ll help you,” Luc said innocently, sidling up to his sister.
She narrowed her eyes and muttered with annoyance, “You are not going to help me bake these scones.”
“No, not with that. We’ll help you make the farmer like you back!”
She didn’t know that she could blush any deeper than she did before, but the gods were testing her limits today. Maple squealed again and ran around to join them.
“Yeah! We’ll help you! And I’m sure Dell will help us too.”
Reina almost threw the prepared sheet pan into the hot oven while pulling out the first batch. She needed to get out of this kitchen and away from her impish siblings. “Guys, that’s not how relationships work.”
"Sure, they do! That’s how the nobility manages marriages in the capital! We’ll do all the arranging for you!”
She set the pan of fragrant scones down on the counter, defeated. She knew she shouldn’t have read that book about Noble Society & Customs to her little sister before bedtime.
“This is something that I should do myself, not leave to you two,” she sighed.
“Leave what to who?” a familiar voice called out, lugging a large basket of goods into the building. To Reina’s horror, it was the farmer. They smiled sheepishly at her. Her heart fluttered.
Slowly turning to Maple and Luc, she whispered:
“Four scones. And you two don’t say anything about this conversation to anyone and go to your rooms.”
Maple and Luc shared glances before grinning.
“Deal.” They whispered.
Now that the EA is here, y'all will be gettin' more canon fics for sure. Also go play the game. It is everything anyone has ever wanted and its just in its EA form!
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