"What, and the cake's allowed but I'm not?" He teased, but grinned widely at her anyway, since she was just Maggie to him, anyway.
He kept grinning as she closed her eyes, trying to guess whether she was only playing along for the fun of it or actually making a wish, and if so, what it was. It probably wasn't a stretch to imagine that it had something to do with her family. Lorcan was still watching her when she opened her eyes again, his gaze following her absently as she set about finding some plates and things. Or... didn't? She hadn't gotten very far with that, and her empty-handed pause was comical enough that he burst into laughter, pitching forwards from his helpless chuckling.
"Missing something, Maggie dearest?" Lorcan inquired innocently, like he hadn't already been in the throes of amusement from their predicament. A new place, nothing in order, no idea what they were really doing... Not that it would be hard to conjure up a knife with a spell, nor really to go downstairs to the bakery where presumably Maggie had spent a great deal more effort already getting set up. But either of those things suddenly felt like a great deal of effort. "For what it's worth, it looks too good to even need cutlery," he joked, waggling his eyebrows as he mimed scooping up a piece of the cake barbarically with his bare hands, not sure if that idea came off better or worse in a baker's mind. Was that heresy, or just a good compliment?
He kept grinning as she closed her eyes, trying to guess whether she was only playing along for the fun of it or actually making a wish, and if so, what it was. It probably wasn't a stretch to imagine that it had something to do with her family. Lorcan was still watching her when she opened her eyes again, his gaze following her absently as she set about finding some plates and things. Or... didn't? She hadn't gotten very far with that, and her empty-handed pause was comical enough that he burst into laughter, pitching forwards from his helpless chuckling.
"Missing something, Maggie dearest?" Lorcan inquired innocently, like he hadn't already been in the throes of amusement from their predicament. A new place, nothing in order, no idea what they were really doing... Not that it would be hard to conjure up a knife with a spell, nor really to go downstairs to the bakery where presumably Maggie had spent a great deal more effort already getting set up. But either of those things suddenly felt like a great deal of effort. "For what it's worth, it looks too good to even need cutlery," he joked, waggling his eyebrows as he mimed scooping up a piece of the cake barbarically with his bare hands, not sure if that idea came off better or worse in a baker's mind. Was that heresy, or just a good compliment?
