I didn't specify, this is for one of my player's characters in dnd.

She assured him, one day he would get to taste the elusive spice, but until then his delicious cooking would still be as amazing as it always was.

She would never use nutmeg in his recipe.

You startled awake in a cold sweat...

You take a bite and pause. Nutmeg? Your father never cooked with nutmeg. There were never any merchants carrying it when they came to your village. You remember how he lamented the fact one day while your mother helped him bake.

You all just finished dinner and you've settled in the living room around the fire crackling in its hearth. Your mother prepared some sweet bread with honey and tea. It was your father's recipe.

You're making a new home for yourselves. Making new memories. A new life. It'll be better now, it is better now. Now that you're all safe. The scars will never fully fade, but they may finally begin to heal. This is all you can hope for.

Its been a bit hard, adjusting, you know Aria and your mother have tried to get back to some form of normalcy after being captured for so long...but your mother still jumps at the smallest noises, and your sister wakes up in tears most nights. But you're together again.

will never again see the stars as they rot, buried in the remains of their temple, now nothing but a monument to you wrath. Your rage so grand, you've even scared off that spider bitch, though she'd never admit it. Having Eilistrae's blessing didn't hurt either.

dynamite 💥

#bakugo

Bakugou was able to pinpoint exactly why each of them getting stuck on certain questions and was even able to reword a few of them to help Denki understand them better.

If someone didn’t know better, they migjt think Bakugou cares and knows enough about them to actually be helpful.