[Shalem's hair is loose from its... well, loose tail, when he opens the door. His hair is slightly damp, and the faint scent of lavender wafts about him, like he finished bathing not too long ago. Though, stronger still is the scent of baked bread.
Shalem was not lying when he said that pastries would be involved.]
Hello there. I'm glad you came. [There was... a bit of doubt in his mind, given how Leona reacted.
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Date: 2024-03-03 03:22 pm (UTC)Shalem was not lying when he said that pastries would be involved.]
Hello there. I'm glad you came. [There was... a bit of doubt in his mind, given how Leona reacted.
But hope trumped over that.
He steps aside to let him in.]