'Aunt Loka didn't call us here to intimidate us or show off, quite the contrary. She is putting herself in my hands as much as I'm in hers.' Solus clenched her hand under the table, moved by the gesture.
"How are you liking your food, Elp- I mean Solus?" Silverwing asked.
"It's delicious, thank you." Solus gave Lochra the first honest smile since the day she had attacked Lith on his sickbed. "You are a great cook, Loka, but I'm afraid my taste has changed."
"You have eaten Lith's food until now so it's normal." The First Magus shrugged. "Any new memory?"
"Sadly, no. What's for dessert?" The smell and taste of the food seemed familiar, yet aside a few short déjà vu, Solus' mind was blank.
"Your favorite." A snap of Silverwing's fingers cleaned the plates and made a big slice of sponge cake frosted with whipped cream and powdered sugar appear.
