The sugar-frosted pastry was gently cut open by a silver spoon.
With a faint crackle, vanilla cream and strawberry jam mingled as they spilled out.
"Ahh—"
Fivik scooped up a heaping spoonful and put it into her mouth.
The rich milkiness melted across her tongue. The berries' slight tartness and crisp sweetness danced like lively notes, cutting through the cloying aftertaste and leaving behind a refreshing sweetness.
"Everything at this shop is great, except it's a little expensive." She happily narrowed her eyes, her legs dangling in midair and gently swaying as she chewed. "But it's different when someone else is treating us~"
Nimo, hovering above the table, puffed out her chubby little cheeks.
She looked at the "generous" apprentice sitting across from them with a cup of black tea in hand, then glared at her own "stingy" mistress.
She could not help recalling similar things Fivik had said before.
"Nimo, you know what it feels like to eat Rose Thousand Layer Cake without paying? This cake costs sixty copper nails a slice, you know~"
Of course, Nimo could not be bothered to care—and she could not control it anyway.
After all, it did not matter how the money was spent, so long as Fivik herself was happy. It was not the fairy's money being spent, anyway.
What truly displeased Nimo was the wobbling cake on the table.
Looking at this fellow who had stuffed the entire fairy into the cake—
Cream and jam smeared her wings, leaving only a pair of tiny legs sticking out and swinging back and forth.
"You're disgracing fairies!" she shouted at the blue figure. "Get out here!"
Drawing her gaze away from the two squabbling fairies, Fivik set down her little spoon, picked up the black tea beside her, and took a sip, letting