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It's raining. Rain ruins all of Furina's plans. She knows her fears of rising water levels are unfounded...now. The prophecy happened, and there hasn't been any flooding of any sort since. But she can't shake the unease and dread that swells up in the pit of her stomach when it even begins to drizzle.
“This is ridiculous. I'm ridiculous,” Furina mutters to herself as she clutches one of her pillows on her bed close. “I have a hydro vision now. A little water shouldn't scare me.”
Not that her vision powers are strong enough to hold back a flood, but she doesn't let her thoughts go down that path. Instead, she tries to talk herself into getting up. Furina has an appointment to keep, and she's sure Escoffier has better things to do than wait for her at the Hotel Debord. How to tell her she won't be meeting her?
It's a conundrum, but Furina loses track of her thoughts when she hears her front door open. She bites back a squeak as she accidentally sends feathers flying from squeezing her pillow harshly. Quietly, Furina summons her Salon Solitaire to protect herself.
Mademoiselle Crabaletta twirls into the room a gush of water, accidentally slicing the poor, battered pillow into destruction beyond repair. Surintendante Chevalmarin starts to clean up the mess of feathers, and Furina swears they sigh. The ever reliable Gentilhomme Usher seems completely nonplussed as he leaves the room without a worry.
“Wait, what if-” Furina whispers furiously after him, but a familiar voice echoes through her house as Gentilhomme Usher greets the 'intruder.'
“Lady Furina, what a warm welcome from Gentilhomme Usher,” a pleasant voice says from the kitchen. “Oh, I can take this to her myself, sir.”
Furina rushes into the kitchen, face flushing in embarrassment. “Ah, Escoffier, please drop the 'Lady' part of that,” she says before blinking at the plate Escoffier's holding. “...is that a cupcake?”
Escoffier scoffs. “I suppose the serving size and shape could be called one,” she concedes as she holds it out for Furina to take. “I thought you'd need a pick-me-up with the rain, and you have told me that a whole cake is 'too much' for a regular visit.”
Reaching out, Furina gently takes the fanciest cupcake she's seen since her archon days. The scent is gentle and familiar, and one closer look at the decorative lily on top reminds her of the first dessert Escoffier had ever especially made her. One bite proves her theory as she makes sure to savor the flavor and memories.
“A lily sugar-glazed opera cake,” Furina murmurs after her first bite.
“A lily sugar-glazed opera cupcake,” Escoffier corrects cheekily. “I'm surprised you remembered it so well. I've made you so many confections since then.”
Furina makes a little harrumph sound before taking another bite of the cupcake; she takes a moment to gather her thoughts before she swallows. “And I remember all of them,” she proclaims proudly. “Don't underestimate me.”
Escoffier smiles gently. “I would never...Furina.”
With a bright smile, Furina devours the rest of her cupcake. The lightness of the cupcake makes her day feel lighter as well. Exactly the pick-me-up she needs on days like this.