But a prince in distress needs a damsel to test
What he always feels...
What he always feels...
4th April, 1888 — Backus Family Bakery
Work had been busy, as March had progressed - lots of people stuck together turning up at the hospital, lots of people a vibrant shade of green. (Very few of those he'd treated had been best pleased to hear his Irish lilt, he had to say.)
So he hadn't had much time to visit the bakery in Hogsmeade lately, though he'd thought about it a few times. 'Course, after Maeve's little interrogation, it had seemed advisable not to show up again too quickly (though, he thought, it would be rather a funny story to retell to Maggie). Who knew what snippet of their conversation would get churned wildly away by the poor, bored citizens of Hogsmeade next?
At the same time, he'd been keen to come by again, if only to make sure that things had returned to normal, and that she didn't think he was annoyed with her (or to see whether she was annoyed with him; he had made light of her problems, he knew that, and regretted it a little too). Lorcan, however, had left their last encounter unbruised and as breezy as ever: if his joking hadn't so tickled the gossip mill, he was sure most of their discussion would have slipped from his mind altogether by now.
No, but that wasn't all - he did want to see how Maggie was faring now, whether her excitement about all the possibilities of opening her own bakery had all worn off now in the face of reality. Perhaps she would need some cheering up.
It was near closing time when he slipped in through the bakery door, holding it open for another customer on their way out. "Evening," he called out sunnily, since no one was at the counter. (Maybe they'd have some day's leftovers for him to eat.)
So he hadn't had much time to visit the bakery in Hogsmeade lately, though he'd thought about it a few times. 'Course, after Maeve's little interrogation, it had seemed advisable not to show up again too quickly (though, he thought, it would be rather a funny story to retell to Maggie). Who knew what snippet of their conversation would get churned wildly away by the poor, bored citizens of Hogsmeade next?
At the same time, he'd been keen to come by again, if only to make sure that things had returned to normal, and that she didn't think he was annoyed with her (or to see whether she was annoyed with him; he had made light of her problems, he knew that, and regretted it a little too). Lorcan, however, had left their last encounter unbruised and as breezy as ever: if his joking hadn't so tickled the gossip mill, he was sure most of their discussion would have slipped from his mind altogether by now.
No, but that wasn't all - he did want to see how Maggie was faring now, whether her excitement about all the possibilities of opening her own bakery had all worn off now in the face of reality. Perhaps she would need some cheering up.
It was near closing time when he slipped in through the bakery door, holding it open for another customer on their way out. "Evening," he called out sunnily, since no one was at the counter. (Maybe they'd have some day's leftovers for him to eat.)
