[ This surely is quite far from Sumina's initial imaginings of Satoru finding his way here: as a guest, seeking respite from the respite of the Hotel. Instead, he is here as her husband-to-be, someone whose life will be rooted in these fantastical, storied halls. Perhaps as a bartender, yes, or someone who's simply around to assist in whatever fashion, or even just as a retired sorcerer seeking to shape his life anew... After all, it is Sumina's greatest hope, still, that Satoru will continue to explore all of the ways he can forge a life for himself away from what his world demanded of him. And for that to happen through the place she calls home...
And oh, how that fills with her with such utter joy, that instead of paying mind to those stray odd looks, Sumina finds herself giggling like a young girl as he tugs her away and into the kitchen. There really is no joy greater than this, is there? At least, until they get married.
(She has not thought about how she's going to explain her new relationship status to her family yet.) ]
Very well! I'll need to assess your hospitality skills, and we may as well begin now, hm?
[ Into the kitchen they go, which, even for how this is "ye olde" compared to what they were used to at the Hotel, is remarkably well-equipped and spacious. Where something like electricity might have been used to power machines to keep food cold, magic instead takes its place. At the far end, too, is a cozy little nook with a table and chairs upon which the remnants of someone's breakfast sits - likely whoever is running the inn at the moment?
Sumina takes a moment to simply look around... it's been so long, and she'd spent so very much of her time here before, preparing meals for her guests, enjoying her few moments of peace in that tucked away nook, where she would find comfort in the taste of her food. ]
Now, let's see... [ As she starts rifling through various cabinets. ] We most certainly do not have an espresso machine, though I've already thought about commissioning a friend or asking my father to replicate it. In the meantime, we can make coffee with... Oh, where did they put it...?
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And oh, how that fills with her with such utter joy, that instead of paying mind to those stray odd looks, Sumina finds herself giggling like a young girl as he tugs her away and into the kitchen. There really is no joy greater than this, is there? At least, until they get married.
(She has not thought about how she's going to explain her new relationship status to her family yet.) ]
Very well! I'll need to assess your hospitality skills, and we may as well begin now, hm?
[ Into the kitchen they go, which, even for how this is "ye olde" compared to what they were used to at the Hotel, is remarkably well-equipped and spacious. Where something like electricity might have been used to power machines to keep food cold, magic instead takes its place. At the far end, too, is a cozy little nook with a table and chairs upon which the remnants of someone's breakfast sits - likely whoever is running the inn at the moment?
Sumina takes a moment to simply look around... it's been so long, and she'd spent so very much of her time here before, preparing meals for her guests, enjoying her few moments of peace in that tucked away nook, where she would find comfort in the taste of her food. ]
Now, let's see... [ As she starts rifling through various cabinets. ] We most certainly do not have an espresso machine, though I've already thought about commissioning a friend or asking my father to replicate it. In the meantime, we can make coffee with... Oh, where did they put it...?
[ It's not long before she pulls a siphon out. ]
Aha! Here we are. Impressive, yes?