After They’ve Left (5)

A morning with the sun fully risen.

Morgan sat at the table, her hair tousled from sleep. Aria and Lydia were already seated, breakfast set before each of them.

“….”

‘Pie this morning…. I can tell who made it just from all the sun emblems covering it. Was she worried people might think it wasn’t made by the Saintess?’

It was a freshly baked pie.

A faint aroma had been wafting through the room ever since Morgan woke, so she had already guessed as much. But it looked even more delicious than she’d imagined.

Even compared to the meals Mirian had always prepared for them,

Aria’s cooking skills were more than up to par.

There would have been nothing strange about that, if not for the pie in front of Lydia being excessively piping hot—because it had been completely incinerated.

Two were a delicious-looking shade of brown...