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Isadora cracked another, small smile as he'd spoke, only shaking her head. In her mind, he was quite likely prone to dangerous situations. It wasn't a bad thing, but she could see it then, how badly his experience in the kitchen was. In her mind it was... cute. Isadora raised an eye brow as the chef had talked about how she didn't expect him to be down so early. It would seem that someone wasn't typically a morning person. Isadora was a morning person, often getting up early without reason. She bit her lip gently, thinking for a moment about what she really wanted as her stomach made its presence known. "French toast, please," she said softly, hoping it wouldn't be a burden. Of course, it wasn't difficult, but she hated asking for too much. |
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The woman raised an eyebrow. While she wasn't terribly tall, reaching only up to Isadora's shoulder, the woman had rather fair skin with fair wrinkles in her face. Her green skirts looked well worn however, as did her brown blouse. Her grey hair was pulled up under a bonnet of sorts. "Just French toast?" She echoed, slightly incredulous. "Are you sure, Your grace?" It wasn't an accusatory or rude tone, rather far more concerned. Like a motherly sort of tone, as if she knew one wasn't alright just by what they said. "I have the entire kitchens up and running right now, anything at all that you need or want." |
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Isadora blushed slightly, used to not eating much or at all in the early day. "I suppose I am a bit more hungry than usual.. I'll take some eggs as well, if you don't mind, please," she said politely, appreciating the concern in her voice. It was truly a motherly feeling that she liked. She could see herself and the chef getting along quite well in the future.
If the future was still stable, that is. While waiting on the diplomatic visit, there was still a lot of doubts in her mind. What if it didn't work? Their whole world could be destroyed as they knew it. Their lives, even.
The unease shone through her current demeanor despite her attempts to not let it bother her. While she wouldn't say it aloud, she was positively terrified. |
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The chef chuckled and dipped her head. "I can do that," she said warmly and shuffled off into the maze of bubbling pots, sizzling stove-tops and more. Or at least what could be considered the likes of which. It was more of hot stone griddles over a fire. But either way the concept was there. Xevon, thoroughly distracted by watching a nearby cook toss a cooking pan of various vegetables up in the air and catching it all again, finally tuned back in and shuffled to her side. "See?" He finally chuckled. "She's not so bad once you get on her good side," his eyes glittered with mischief. |
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Isadora smirked, catching the mischievous look in his eye. She pushed him playfully, though not hard enough to even move him. "So you were right. I guess you really know have a few tricks up your sleeve, hmm?" She teased, resting her hands on her hips as she looked up at Xevon.
Even if she wouldn't admit it, the pair were getting more comfortable with each other with every moment they spent together. Xevon wasn't that bad. Right now, at least. Isadora knew better than anyone it wouldn't take much to change the way things were going for better or for worse. |
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Xevon let out a giddy noise, lightly pushing back at her elbow. "I'm always right," he preened, lifting his chin up. "Or at least most of the time," the prince flashed her a lopsided--perhaps genuine--smile and a faint wink as well. It was far easier to just... put the face up than to actually let himself show. Besides, if they at least feigned to work well together, the easier it became to pretend, then the empire threatening their back door would hopefully back off. "Mornings... are a bit more difficult for me," Xevon admitted. "I do tend to sleep in a bit more." |
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Isadora let out a playful snort, a genuine grin on her face. "Oh sure~ I guess we will see how true that is," she giggled, blush creeping her face at the small wink. It was a different feel to loosen up and not stay as stone faced as usual. It did make her feel a little scared since she was so used not letting her emotions take hold. She felt... vulnerable.
Isadora hummed softly, nodding her head. "I get that. I always wake up early, but I think it's usually because I don't sleep well," she shrugged, shifting her weight. In fact, she'd slept a bit longer than she normally did that morning which was nice. However, whether or not it was because the stress of the wedding or the unexpected cuddling was unknown to her. |
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Oh he knew how well it would go. He usually wasn't that right at all. It just happened to be that way, sometimes. But that would lessen the fun of the whole ordeal. Waking up early? Xevon shook his head. "How do you do it? How do you just... wake up and go about your day? Don't you have any like... fuzzy in your head after you wake up?" That was the best way he could explain it. A fuzzy. It usually felt like there was a blanket wrapped around his brain as well as himself. He had to wait a bit to let that internal blanket slide off and finally get his brain working. |
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Isadora shrugged slightly, glancing out a nearby window. The sun was starting to shine high in the sky. Birds chirped gleefully and flew about playing from tree to tree. "I dunno, I just... do. It's not always easy I guess because I do have the fuzziness sometimes," she said softly, stifling a giggle at the way he'd explained it.
"Usually, the sooner I get up and moving, even if it's just going on a walk, the sooner the fuzz goes away," she explained as she looked up at Xevon. "I basically force myself to start functioning.. Maybe that's why I'm always tired, but it works for me," she hummed, her gaze lingering on Xevon for a moment. A part of her hoped that things would work out for them eventually, that they could at least end up being friends. |
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Xevon nodded slowly. Getting up? That was hard when the fog just seemed to hold on... and linger. It just clung to the edges no matter what he really did. But his response was broken off before he even started when the chef returned with a tray. It held three plates, one of the french toast, one of eggs and one of various sliced fruits. A pitcher of water and stacked cups were in the other corner. "Now, eat as much as you need, whatever isn't eaten will be. Don't you worry none." Xevon stretched his hands out to take the tray and glanced back at Isadora. "Any place in particular you'd like to eat or just wherever?" |
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