05-31-2022, 02:14 AM
Mable pouted as Edward's lackluster reaction to picnics. Who didn't like picnics! Didn't he know they were the best way to eat? Why did he think she was raised in a big house? Most people her age she had met seemed to think that. Was that a good thing or a bad thing?
"I did not live in a big house, I lived on a farm, outside. I slept in grass more nights than a proper bed, I think, and had picnics more times than I've eaten at a table, so I'm fond of them!" Being locked away from people wasn't entirely inaccurate, but the reason for that was distance rather than cruel parents.
Well... maybe it was both.
"I know lots about being on my own, though," she finished, her pout only growing, but it disappeared completely as Edward finally settled on somewhere to sit and eat. Mable joined him on another crate, tucking her dress underneath her before pulling her legs up and crossing them, taking her tarts with careful hands.
One she placed in her lap, and the other she opened the same way Edward did. She didn't eat it as fast, though, first taking a moment to look the treat over. It looked just as lovely as the others in the display did, maybe even more so because it was here, in her hands. She almost couldn't believe it.
She finally took a bite, seeing how excitedly Edward ate his own tart, and hummed in delight. "Oh, my!" It was too good, she couldn't help speaking with her mouth full. Immediately, she took another bite, grinning all the while.
The tart was so sweet, and the strawberries were absolutely perfect, "Edward, thank you! This is very good, I'm very happy! Tarts are the best!"
It was not lost on her, the way Edward ate his tart like he was so hungry. Mable could relate. She couldn't count the amount of times she'd eaten something the same way - just the other day, in fact, and it made her feel bad for asking Edward to spend more coin for someone he didn't even know.
When she mad finished half the tart, satisfied in having tried her new favorite food, she offered it in the napkin to Edward. "Thank you again, Edward! This isn't your gift, but I'm quite full, and I don't want to waste. I'll keep the other for my brother, though, when I see him later."
"I did not live in a big house, I lived on a farm, outside. I slept in grass more nights than a proper bed, I think, and had picnics more times than I've eaten at a table, so I'm fond of them!" Being locked away from people wasn't entirely inaccurate, but the reason for that was distance rather than cruel parents.
Well... maybe it was both.
"I know lots about being on my own, though," she finished, her pout only growing, but it disappeared completely as Edward finally settled on somewhere to sit and eat. Mable joined him on another crate, tucking her dress underneath her before pulling her legs up and crossing them, taking her tarts with careful hands.
One she placed in her lap, and the other she opened the same way Edward did. She didn't eat it as fast, though, first taking a moment to look the treat over. It looked just as lovely as the others in the display did, maybe even more so because it was here, in her hands. She almost couldn't believe it.
She finally took a bite, seeing how excitedly Edward ate his own tart, and hummed in delight. "Oh, my!" It was too good, she couldn't help speaking with her mouth full. Immediately, she took another bite, grinning all the while.
The tart was so sweet, and the strawberries were absolutely perfect, "Edward, thank you! This is very good, I'm very happy! Tarts are the best!"
It was not lost on her, the way Edward ate his tart like he was so hungry. Mable could relate. She couldn't count the amount of times she'd eaten something the same way - just the other day, in fact, and it made her feel bad for asking Edward to spend more coin for someone he didn't even know.
When she mad finished half the tart, satisfied in having tried her new favorite food, she offered it in the napkin to Edward. "Thank you again, Edward! This isn't your gift, but I'm quite full, and I don't want to waste. I'll keep the other for my brother, though, when I see him later."
