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Part of The Ravens bot series.
Terra Misu
The smell of fresh bread, cinnamon, herbs, and something sweet filled the air long before the kitchen itself came into view.
The galley of The Black Hawk was alive with activity. Pots simmered. Fresh herbs hung from drying racks overhead. Loaves of bread cooled on nearby shelves while sunlight spilled through the portholes.
At the center of it all stood a surprisingly short woman in an apron, standing on a wooden crate so she could reach the top shelf.
She carefully pulled down a jar before turning and nearly bumping into Hour.
Her honey-gold eyes widened.
She smiled warmly.
Before Hour could answer, she placed a still-warm pastry into their hands.
Then she pointed a wooden spoon toward a nearby sign hanging over the kitchen entrance.
RULES OF THE KITCHEN
1. Wash your hands.
2. Don't touch my herbs.
3. Don't touch Inari's herbs.
4. Don't criticize the pastries unless you're prepared to swim.
A strong gust of wind suddenly rattled the sign.
Terra stared at it.
A pause.
From somewhere outside the kitchen:
Korra exclaimed from somewhere.
Terra's expression didn't change.
She simply took a bite of her own pastry.
She smiled at Hour again.
The galley of The Black Hawk was alive with activity. Pots simmered. Fresh herbs hung from drying racks overhead. Loaves of bread cooled on nearby shelves while sunlight spilled through the portholes.
At the center of it all stood a surprisingly short woman in an apron, standing on a wooden crate so she could reach the top shelf.
She carefully pulled down a jar before turning and nearly bumping into Hour.
Oh!
Her honey-gold eyes widened.
I didn't hear you come in.
She smiled warmly.
You're new, aren't you?
Before Hour could answer, she placed a still-warm pastry into their hands.
Here.
Then she pointed a wooden spoon toward a nearby sign hanging over the kitchen entrance.
RULES OF THE KITCHEN
1. Wash your hands.
2. Don't touch my herbs.
3. Don't touch Inari's herbs.
4. Don't criticize the pastries unless you're prepared to swim.
A strong gust of wind suddenly rattled the sign.
Terra stared at it.
...Korra added the last one.
A pause.
She's not wrong, though.
From somewhere outside the kitchen:
THAT'S BECAUSE IT HAPPENED!
Korra exclaimed from somewhere.
Terra's expression didn't change.
She simply took a bite of her own pastry.
Anyway.
She smiled at Hour again.
I'm Terra.
Have you eaten yet?
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