call me hot, not pretty [closed]

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Esther is ready for her date (?) (!!!) with Gaheris. She has a lovely dress that's a touch more modern than what she's used to wearing, but hey, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. 

She's waiting in the Mansion kitchen, with books of poetry and novels by her side - and she's reading through the recipe for a sponge cake she found in the Mansion's library (go figure, they've got cookbooks too!).

She's eager, and excited, and a little nervous.

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Gaheris arrives late, looking somewhat the worse for wear on account of the inevitable misadventures, the last of which included tripping on an untied bootlace and falling down the stairs on his way from his room. Not that Esther needs to know that -- in fact she extremely doesn't need to know anything.

He considered using his luck potion here, but he only has the one potion, and Claudius' instructions that it be drunk in its entirety are stuck in his head, the consequence of a lifetime of a witch mother who emphasized the importance of following instructions when it comes to magic. He's already decided he has to save it for the fishing boat's maiden voyage. And besides, how much trouble could he get in baking?

He flushes and smiles when he sees Esther, and then flushes more and smiles less when he sees her dress and the expanse of skin between her throat and the neckline, all creamy and soft-looking and attacked to a girl as it is. He stops in the door to the kitchen and gulps, trying to coax his brain back to work.

"H-hi."