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[keenly]

[While there's a lull in the infirmary as they work the same shift, Colin clears his throat.]

Um. So...hello.

[Already off to the least awkward start ever.]

[tender]

[ It catches Derrica off-guard, hands pausing in her tidying of the stacked bandages. ]

Colin? Can I do something for you?

[keenly]

Maybe? Um. It's been a really long time since I was in Rivain, and I was barely in Rivain when I was there, and Athessa really wants those spice cakes. And I've made different batches and experimented, but I think I'm missing something? Or things?

[tender]

Oh, [ is the first thing she says, place-holding while she casts about for something to say before settling on the truth. ] I'm not much of a cook.

[ But, in the spirit of trying to be of some assistance— ]

Did Athessa say there was something missing?

[keenly]

No, it just...tastes like it's missing something. And you don't have to cook, just taste. If you want.

[tender]

I think you're overestimating me, a little.

[ There's something slightly intimidating about a venture relying on her palate. ]

Have you asked Athessa? She seemed happy with what you tried the last time.