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

Asha beamed at Rosalie's kind words, her heart swelling with affection for her friend. That’s so sweet of you, Rosalie! I’d love to try those pistachios from Antiva. And as for the excitement, I get what you mean. Sometimes a bit of peace and quiet wouldn’t be so bad, she admitted with a smile, though there was a twinkle in her eye that suggested she was still drawn to the thrill of adventure.

Rosalie’s gentle wisdom about magic resonated with Asha, who nodded in agreement. Exactly. Magic is powerful, but it’s all about how you use it. That’s something I’ve learned the hard way, too, she said, her tone more serious for a moment.

The playful tap on her nose made Asha giggle, the lightness returning to the moment. If you have a daughter, I’m sure she’ll be wonderful! And I’d be honored if she turned out a bit like me, though maybe a bit more sensible, she added with a wink.

As Rosalie focused on the cake, Asha watched her with admiration. There was something comforting in their shared effort, a sense of creating something special together. Alright, the batter is in good hands! I’m sure it’ll turn out perfect, Rosalie. Cullen’s going to love it!

Asha couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment already. Planning this surprise with Rosalie, and hearing stories of the past, had deepened her bond with her friend. It wasn’t just about the cake; it was about the love and care they were putting into it, all for someone who meant so much to both of them.

As the cake began to bake, filling the kitchen with a rich, chocolaty aroma, Asha sighed contentedly. I think we’re doing something really special here, Rosalie. This is going to be a birthday Cullen will never forget, she said softly, her eyes shining with warmth and anticipation.

@Rosalie Rutherford