Once satisfied with the arrangement, he turned his attention to another tray. On it, he set a tall, elegant pitcher filled with a cool, pale amber liquid, its surface dotted with delicate ice cubes. The drink, infused with subtle notes of jasmine and a touch of honey, was the perfect accompaniment to the dessert. He then added empty glasses to the tray.
Before he could carry the trays, Wulfric had already arrived by his side and carried both. "Where should I bring them, Aster?"
"I also want to carry a tray!" Nicol declared on the side.
Wulfric glanced down at Nicol and snickered. "Try to go a few more centimeters and I might just let you carry one, shorty."
Min-theater:
Aster said nonchalantly: If my dad challenges you, accept it. If my mom poisons you, just tell me. I will probably have the antidote.
Wulf almost fell down: ...What?