Who was this woman again- oh right yes. The princess Sonia. He had been so engaged with thoughts concerning another woman he had almost forgotten.
“No need to be so formal towards me, Miss Sonia. Simply ‘Dio’ will suffice. Some spiced cider would be nice to try- I do not think I have had any for quite some time.”
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“How fortunate for you.”
Dio gestured with his hand and began to lead the way to the kitchen. Hopefully it was late enough at night to where it would be deserted. Not that he cared, what he really desired was to be let alone.
“I have been served it but never made it.”
♕ { Well, at least you have the ingredients! }
Blissfully unaware of his subliminal wishes to be left alone, she made her way to the kitchen, pandering her way to the spice cabinet to gather the supplies for the spice bag itself.
{ Let's see... 8 cups cider, 1/2 cup packed brown sugar, 6 cinnamon sticks, a teaspoon of whole allspice, a teaspoon of whole cloves, orange rind, and small apple slices... That's what we'd need. }
♕ { Er... I don't exactly know if you keep apples or oranges here... Do you? }