trays of sweets i

starter for @cherrylparsten​ as discussed ;)

Moira was making her noontime rounds delivering meals, and she purposely stopped at Cherryl’s tent last, hands sweaty from nerves as she balanced the tray against her hip.  She gave a light knock on the tent’s frame before entering, a nervous smile on her lips.

“I brought you lunch.  Shiloh’s in the middle of making a cake, and the batter won’t turn out right if he lets it sit, so I came instead.”

She presented the tray, which coincidentally has enough for two, including a few sweet pastries.

“Could I join you?  If you’re not too busy?”