Cera Treascair After savoring the quiche, the quartet sighed in bliss. Morse froze when they caught Sage looking at them licking their fingers, and grinning fit to split his face.
“That good, babe?~” Thyme drawled, looking incredibly smug.
“It was delicious,” the shark said, shyness tinging their tone.
The
tabby’s smile could have outshone the sun burning off the mist from the evening’s wet weather.
After they put their plates and utensils in the dishwasher, Morse found themselves shifting nervously from heavy foot to foot, anxiety in their body language as they kept glancing out towards the front
of the shop.
“It bothers you to not be doing something, doesn’t it?” Rosemary asked quietly. Morse looked like they were about to jump out of their skin, and went with a nod instead.
Sage reached up and patted them on the shoulder. “Well, how about this? We’ll be opening in about half an hour.
If you’d like to stay and see how things run, you’re welcome to do so. If you truly aren’t comfortable being here... We won’t keep you from leaving.”
“But it seems like you need some time, and maybe folks to be around, for your own well-being. If you think you wanna try, maybe just give it a day?”
Thyme offered, taking off the apron he was wearing.
A pause, a look at the three of them, and the open road they knew was waiting... And they swallowed, still tasting the quiche on their tongue.
“I... think I could stay,” came the quiet admission.
Writer's notes: Bit of a shorter one tonight, but no less cozy, I'm hoping.
For those that celebrate the holidays, hope they were good. For those who have the days off, you're a bunch of lucky ducks.
#sproutsandseeds #furryfiction #cozy
Today's flower: Daffodils. Otherwise known as Narcissus (yes, named after THAT legend), these are perennials well-suited to spring.
Today's tea: Lemon. Always good for a sore throat when it's brewed hot, always good for a bit of flavor on a warm day when it's brewed cold.