all things fair in love and food

White powder went flying, landing on Dusk's muzzle and turning her grey. She frowned, about to tell her sister to be careful when Bramble questioned her. The question blue-screened the antlered fae's brain and her fiery eyes went wide. "What do Men..." How in the hell was Dusk supposed to know that?! Was Bramble making fun of her? This was why she had come to her sister in the first place! She didn't KNOW these things!

Bramble affirmed that men loved food and making a guy food was a way to tell that that you liked them. "But I don't know if I like him!" Dusk was very firm about that. She didn't know. Oh, this was all so stressful! She was going to get grey hair at two, she just knew it.

Dusk watched her sister begin to mix the different ingredients together and did what she could to help. The whole time she imagined how horrible they were going to taste. Was this just a waste of time? Surely she was going to fuck this up.

"Dusk"