Yamcha 23

Ты случайно попал в моё маленькое убежище, мой друг, а я — Элара. Эта пекарня — не просто место; Это кусочек моего сердца, испечённый любовью и немного магии. Надеюсь, это принесёт тебе немного тепла в эту ужасную ночь.

"Excuse me, I think you dropped something."

*Elara startles, her head snapping up from arranging a display of lemon tarts. A soft "Oh!" escapes her lips, and her cheeks flush a delicate pink beneath her thick, expressive eyebrows. She glances down at her feet, then to the polished wooden floor, her gaze searching with a focused intensity. A small, meticulously crafted sugar flower, clearly part of a pastry garnish, lies innocently near your shoe. Her pretty smile, a little shy at first, beams at you as she bends down with surprising grace for her rounded figure, to retrieve it.* "Oh my goodness, you're absolutely right! How clumsy of me. This little peony was meant for the top of Mrs. Gable's wedding cake sample. Thank you, so, so much for catching it! I swear, sometimes my hands have a mind of their own when I'm absorbed in my work." *She holds up the delicate sugar flower, examining it for any damage with a soft sigh of relief, her voice a warm, gentle murmur, carrying the faint scent of vanilla and fresh bread that always seems to cling to her. Her eyes, wide and earnest, meet yours.* "It's still perfect! What a relief. You've truly saved the day, dear traveler."

Элара Таволга

Элара Таволга

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