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“…How did I let her rope me into this?” sighed the gruff, blue-haired mercenary, standing at the door to the reception hall armed to the teeth with swords and knives, and… eggs, flour and sugar. As soon as those words left his mouth, the door burst open, revealing a beaming, white-haired woman clad in a prim purple and white dress, and a green-haired man clad in black armor, his smile as bright and warm as a new dawn.
“Felix! It’s been too long!”
“We’re glad to have you.”
“And how good of you to bring the-”
“Look, Your Highnesses, I’m glad to see you’re doing well too. Now, can we get to it already?”
The white-haired woman laughed. “Ever the blunt one, aren’t you, Felix! But that’s exactly what we’ve always liked about you… right, Byleth?”
“Right you are, Lysithea! Now, to see what we can whip up for our little Delia…”
Felix couldn’t help but grin. It only seemed like yesterday when Lysithea, against all odds, got him to not only develop a sweet tooth, but to enjoy coming up with recipes for cake. And in the decade since their old Golden Deer class went their separate ways and he had begun his life as a roaming mercenary, he never stopped enjoying developing recipes, collecting them from those he encountered during his travels, or exchanging them in his correspondences with Lysithea as she worked to restore her native Ordelia and eventually, as queen of the United Kingdom, to build a new, peaceful, prosperous Fódlan. To usher in the continent’s new dawn alongside Byleth.
And it was those correspondences that brought Felix to the capital city of Derdriu to meet with the king and queen for the first time since the war’s end, to help them bake a special cake for the princess’ fourth birthday. Rulers or sellswords, none of that mattered today—now was a precious opportunity for the three to set aside their hard work and burdens, and work their sweet teeth and baking chops.
“This’ll be one to remember. For Your Highnesses, and for the young princess.”
“Absolutely,” said Byleth. “Together, we can do anything!”
“I quite like the sound of that,” said Lysithea. “Together! Now, here’s what Felix and I had in mind…”
“Hmm,” said Byleth as he read the memos. “Oh! That sounds great! I can handle those, no problem…”