Cullen's baking hobby wasn't something he generally went around advertising, not that he tried to hide it either. For the most part, there'd been little time since joining the Templars to indulge his baking passion. Now that he was settled at Soldier's Peak with his family and friends, he was actually able to do a lot more baking than any time in the past. It was cathartic really, and of course always making him recall fond memories of his mother.
Once all his main daily chores were done, Cullen decided he would get a bit of baking in. Though it would be more accurately described as stress baking. The way things were going with the blights, even with the magic protecting them, he was worried.
Cullen had just put in a dozen meat pies to the oven and now he was working on dicing up some berries for a tart specifically for Lana, a surprise. He'd had leftover dough from the meat pies, and didn't want that or the berries to go to waste. He whistled an old nursery rhyme song as he went about getting the tart ready for the oven.
Once all his main daily chores were done, Cullen decided he would get a bit of baking in. Though it would be more accurately described as stress baking. The way things were going with the blights, even with the magic protecting them, he was worried.
Cullen had just put in a dozen meat pies to the oven and now he was working on dicing up some berries for a tart specifically for Lana, a surprise. He'd had leftover dough from the meat pies, and didn't want that or the berries to go to waste. He whistled an old nursery rhyme song as he went about getting the tart ready for the oven.
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