In the kitchen, as it was normal, Patishi was working very hard on her new recipe, which coincidentally turned out to be for cookies.
"Big brother! You will not guess but...! Eh?! EEEHHHHH?! Y-your Highness...!"
Patishi smiled at the sight of her big brother but then became ghastly pale at the sight of the Miriette and the poor girl even took a step to the side to cover the tray with the steaming batch of cookies as if feeling guilty over making them.
"You are the girl who makes my bread, right?"
Miriette asked glaring at the shaken girl in a cute apron.
|If the cooking might say a man's heart, then wouldn't she be the most dangerous one of all the potential ones...?|
The dark-haired girl thought to herself, squinting her eyes in suspicion.
"That's right, my lady – this is my little sister, Patishi!"
Zoemi wanted to applaud his master for remembering about that detail - back in the Espine's household she always had trouble with remembering the maids' names...
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