The suite felt different once the door slid shut behind them.
The lights had been dimmed to a soft amber glow. Alexandra moved quietly, setting two mugs on the low table before guiding Alice toward the couch piled high with spare blankets. Outside, the mountain winds whispered against reinforced walls, but in here, there was only warmth, steam, and the faint scent of cocoa slowly blooming through the air.
Alice climbed onto the couch without ceremony, pulling her legs up and hugging them to her chest as if the cushions themselves were a safe haven. She accepted the mug with both hands, careful despite her strength, and took a small sip.
Her reaction was immediate.
Her face twisted, lips puckering as if she’d bitten into something profoundly offensive. "So sour..." she muttered, staring accusingly into the cup.
"What? That can’t be!" Alexandra yelped. Panic flashed across her face. "I added a lot of sugar to yours, and it’s already made of milk chocolate despite the recipe calling for dark chocolate..."
One look at Alice’s expression, still looking as if she’d bitten into raw lemon, sent Alexandra scrambling. How could she not? The girl trusted her enough to drink what she gave her, and by the looks of it, she gave something truly terrible!
The blonde maid practically bolted toward the kitchenette, rummaging frantically until she found more sugar packets, nearly dropping them in her haste as she hurried back.
Alice had taken matters into her own hands. She tore open packet after packet and dumped spoonfuls of sugar into the mug with solemn focus, stirring with care. Alexandra watched with widening eyes as the surface of the cocoa grew visibly thicker, granules barely dissolving before Alice lifted the cup again and took another sip.
This time, Alice melted.
Her shoulders relaxed with her eyes fluttering half-closed as a small, blissed-out hum escaped her. "Perfection."
Alexandra just stared. "How are you so thin with this diet?" she blurted out before she could stop herself.
"I burn a lot of calories," Alice murmured vaguely, clearly content now.
"Ah. Right."
For a brief moment, Alexandra had forgotten. Forgotten that the girl curled up on the couch, thin-armed and wrapped in blankets, was a superhuman from a world that barely followed the rules as they used to make sense.
Despite that delicate frame, Alice could snap her spine in half without effort if she ever wished to. The thought sent a faint chill down Alexandra’s back, quickly chased away by the absurdity of worrying about such a thing here, now.
She swallowed and forced a smile. "Is it tasty now? Would you like anything else? Maybe... some snacks?"
Alice’s eyes sparkled instantly, lighting up as though she’d just been offered treasure. "Can you make waffles?!"
Alexandra’s expression darkened a little, regret creeping in. "I-I can’t do that by hand," she admitted softly. "This place doesn’t have a waffle maker. Maybe we could borrow one from the main kitchen, but I don’t think Talia or Tessa would’ve brought something like that..."
After all, this was a temporary guild hall meant to house awakened combatants and staff for the duration of the monster slaying opportunity. Cooking waffles wasn’t high on the list of priorities in either guild leader’s head.
Then, something plopped into Alice’s waiting hands.
Alexandra froze.
It was unmistakable.
"...Is that a waffle maker?" the blonde maid squeaked.
Alice hummed in response and expectantly shoved it into Alexandra’s hands, eagerly awaiting her waffles.
"You-you just used the awakened marketplace to buy a waffle maker?!" Alexandra nearly screamed as she accepted the item. "You can’t buy conventional things from there! That means it’s an artifact made by an awakened smith!"
Her face drained of color as the implications hit that she might just be holding something far too expensive to be trusted to a woman like her. She swallowed hard, fingers tightening around the handle as she asked in a thin voice, "H-How much was it...?"
Alice tilted her head while looking for the requested information, as she had not checked when buying. "A hundred."


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