Bastian ran his long fingers through his hair and leaned back in his chair. "I will live with the consequences of the curse until the day I turn to dust."
"So, you did cast the curse."
"I might as well have. It is a long story and you should rest. Do you want to sleep or bathe or eat more?"
Twyla weighed her options. She was losing energy and she would love a bath. But how could she turn down the opportunity to hear Bastian's side of the story?
"Tell me."
"Alright but we're having more tea," he conceded, pouring them tea. "And cake." He gestured to the options. They were phenomenal. One swirled with the night sky. One was on fire. One was just a flower. There were fruit cakes and chocolate cakes too.
He watched her weigh her options. "Can't choose?" he asked.
"I uhm… I kind of want all of them… Will the fire burn me?" Twyla asked.
