[past] the cat who ate a ball of yarn? She had mittens.

“The best ones I have ever tried are imported from Antiva, a friend of mine brings it to the uni. I will ask him to bring an extra package so that I can send you some next time” she said with a kind smile.

“Well a part of me loves excitement but at times I wish that we lived in calmer times” admitted the blonde as she laughed gently at Asha’s energy. Rosalie was not old but she had always lacked that sort of “trouble seeking” spirit that usually came with youth; which didn’t mean that she disliked it, she actually found it quite endearing.

“Magic is not inherently bad but something to be used with care, that’s for sure” despite of her religious upbringing, Rosalie’s opinion on magic was quite open, she thought that in the same way herbs could be poison and medicine magic could be an useful or an evil tool depending on the mage using it.

“Well if I have a daughter I hope that she’s as amazing as you” she said tapping playfully the younger woman nose before returning her attention to cake duty “That’s right! The dough is done so we only need to heat it carefully to end up with a delight and not a burnt disgrace” she said chuckling as she prepared the last touches of the dough before putting it on the oven.