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The kitchens, hm? Now that was a good place to be. Lia couldn't deny that she didn't go there often herself. "Just the mention of the kitchen make me hungry," she giggled. "I end up there constantly." Lots of the time it was sandwiches and picnic foods, other times little snacks to hold her over until meals.. and then.. there was simply all of the times where she just wanted ICE CREAM. Mmmm, ice cream. Great now she wanted some. This thought reminded her that she still had that sugar quill in her hand, which once again found its way to her mouth so she could nipple at the tip of it. "Want one? I have more in my bag."
There was the briefest moment of consideration on her part before a small nod of her head was given. "That's probably true. He probably gets tired of listening to all of our chatter each and everyday anyhow." These corridors tended to get really noisy at times.
When Evan reached into his bag and pulled out his notebook, she smiled. "Yup! In my bag as always." One of the many things she kept with her at all times. Reaching into her bag with her free hand and rummaging around for a moment she pulled it out and flipped it open. "Are we starting right here?"
This term had so far resulted in even more frequent visits for melon bread. He hadn't liked Healer Poppy at all, but the delicious snacks - once confirmed they'd all been safe - HAD been really tasty and reminded him just how much he loved that particular delicacy when Halmeoni would make it for him. The elves made a delicious batch too so he frequented them for this request.
"It's one of the best places in the castle." Who didn't like food?
"Pads usually makes me go outside for stretching too. She has a lot of energy." Which certainly made sense given she was still so young. He hadn't noticed the sugar quill at first, but when she brought attention to it and offered one, he couldn't help but nod his head yes. He had quite the sweet tooth.
"Yes, please. Thanks."
Considering how often people passed by this area, he could only imagine the portraits would be sick of them OFTEN. But then again, how often did people stop to talk to them? Maybe they also did like the attention? He wasn't sure how he'd feel if he ended up as a portrait. Though... how did that happen anyways?
Opening his notebook and scanning the notes, he could see this area was not yet included, so her question brought a nod.
"We might as well. We're here and it doesn't look like we've done this part yet." Unless he'd forgotten to make notes which..... that would be quite disappointing.