Clearly, Aila wasn't expecting the dessert. Her eyes were slightly wide, and her mouth was slightly ajar. Amaryllis couldn't help but grin towards her friend, and leaned on the table so that she could rest her head in her hand. Adrien's brow ascended upon his face, but that was about as much interest as he'd shown in the appearance of the pastry. He went back to sipping his coffee, though Amaryllis was able to note a soft smile on his face. He was clearly amused by it.
“I didn't know you and the doc were friends. Since when did you manage to get him as your admirer, Ai?" she asked in a teasing manner. Unfortunately, Aila merely blinked at her and tilted her head in a confused manner. Amaryllis was expecting her cheeks to turn red, or some sort of denial. Instead, Aila pursed her lips together, though she was smiling. It was apparent that she was trying not to laugh at Amaryllis.
“I'm not sure he meant it that way, Amaryllis. Dorris said it was an apology for being loud, even though they weren't."
Sometimes Aila could be dense, and Amaryllis sighed heavily.
“Hm, I have to agree, Miss Bellamy."
“Then why was it directed only for her?" she countered, watching as Adrien blinked and turned towards the plate. It had been specifically placed in front of Aila, and Dorris had said as much. No one did that unless there was something going on, but then again, Amaryllis was a hopeless romantic. Aila rolled her eyes, though, and pushed the plate so that it was in the middle of all three of them.
“I'm sure it was meant for the three of us. Would you like a piece?" she asked, holding up a fork towards her. Adrien shook his head, though, indicating he did not. The two of them would have to share it, if that was the case. Aila's head turned in the direction of the two others, the engaged couple from what Amaryllis had overheard. She didn't mean to, since she wasn't really too interested. She could pull up their files at a later time if it suited her; she was a deputy after all.
“You know it's not nice to eavesdrop on a conversation you are not a part of, Aila," she stated, watching as Adrien nodded in agreement. Aila pursed her lips together almost in a pout-like manner.
“I know, but they mentioned something about fixing a garden," she muttered, finally taking a bite of the pastry. She placed the fork down, though, and pushed the plate towards Amaryllis, causing Adrien to look up from his coffee. “It's still early in the afternoon; I'm going to go take inventory of the shop and open it back up for a little while longer."
Adrien made to stand, however; Aila shook her head as if to stop him. “You two continue eating without me. When you're done, you're free for the rest of the day, Adrien. Enjoy it for me," she spoke before taking her leave. Aila really loved her shop—that much Amaryllis knew. She also knew that Aila was excited about the potential prospect of helping restore a garden if they asked her for it.
“I didn't know you and the doc were friends. Since when did you manage to get him as your admirer, Ai?" she asked in a teasing manner. Unfortunately, Aila merely blinked at her and tilted her head in a confused manner. Amaryllis was expecting her cheeks to turn red, or some sort of denial. Instead, Aila pursed her lips together, though she was smiling. It was apparent that she was trying not to laugh at Amaryllis.
“I'm not sure he meant it that way, Amaryllis. Dorris said it was an apology for being loud, even though they weren't."
Sometimes Aila could be dense, and Amaryllis sighed heavily.
“Hm, I have to agree, Miss Bellamy."
“Then why was it directed only for her?" she countered, watching as Adrien blinked and turned towards the plate. It had been specifically placed in front of Aila, and Dorris had said as much. No one did that unless there was something going on, but then again, Amaryllis was a hopeless romantic. Aila rolled her eyes, though, and pushed the plate so that it was in the middle of all three of them.
“I'm sure it was meant for the three of us. Would you like a piece?" she asked, holding up a fork towards her. Adrien shook his head, though, indicating he did not. The two of them would have to share it, if that was the case. Aila's head turned in the direction of the two others, the engaged couple from what Amaryllis had overheard. She didn't mean to, since she wasn't really too interested. She could pull up their files at a later time if it suited her; she was a deputy after all.
“You know it's not nice to eavesdrop on a conversation you are not a part of, Aila," she stated, watching as Adrien nodded in agreement. Aila pursed her lips together almost in a pout-like manner.
“I know, but they mentioned something about fixing a garden," she muttered, finally taking a bite of the pastry. She placed the fork down, though, and pushed the plate towards Amaryllis, causing Adrien to look up from his coffee. “It's still early in the afternoon; I'm going to go take inventory of the shop and open it back up for a little while longer."
Adrien made to stand, however; Aila shook her head as if to stop him. “You two continue eating without me. When you're done, you're free for the rest of the day, Adrien. Enjoy it for me," she spoke before taking her leave. Aila really loved her shop—that much Amaryllis knew. She also knew that Aila was excited about the potential prospect of helping restore a garden if they asked her for it.