spring 14, year 1
- love
When Nami came into the cavernous inn kitchen that morning, a sticky sweet smell made her stomach clench.
"Good morning, hun!" Ruby walked towards the long table as Nami sat down. She placed a plate of puffy, fresh cookies before her.
"Valentine's Day," Ruby explained, hands on her curvy hips. "In the Valley it's customary to give cookies to those you fancy. I'm sort of the 'communal baker' for the village." She smiled. "Would you like some, dear?"
She shook her head.
"Perhaps next year you'll have a boy in mind," Ruby chuckled with a wink.
Nami highly doubted that.