Chapter 48: Anything

Chapter 48: Anything

On top of the stuffed veggies, which are apparently called lidulae, there are some fried artichokes and flatbread with freshly picked olives, and cheese.

They are not complex dishes, but they are tasty, filling and, above all, this stupidly-beautiful woman made them for me.

So, whats the plan with the two businesses? shes biting on one of the artichokes and I find my treacherous heart wishing that I could switch places with the artichoke.

I think Im going to propose something very different. I like both Clodia and Camilla and I would like to keep them as friends. However, they are clearly at war with each other. I have enough recipes for both, honestly. And I want my own bakery. I dont think I fit either place that well. I like working with Flaminia and I could see myself working well with Camilla, but I roll a different way. Im more laid back, relaxed.

So, you want your own thing? Lucinda raises an eyebrow and flashes a mischievous smile at me. They are not going to like that, you know?

I was thinking of giving both of them recipes fitting their respective bakeries and asking for enough money to start my own little bakery.

Lucinda chews on the artichokes with deep intent, while her soapy fragrance comes to my nostrils. She smells like vanilla and lime, something you wouldnt expect in a medieval world.

They are not going to like that either, Joey. Why would they fund a competitor? she asks with a frown.

Because I could take an investment from a third part, not give them anything and run them both into the ground, I say while basically inhaling a stuffed lipwhatever they are called.

Lucinda chokes on the artichoke.

Bad pun, I know.

I slice a piece of the flatbread and Im surprised by how savory it is. I expected it to be quite plain, to be honest. Instead, it looks like Lucinda mixed some spices, some oil, and something else in it. Its similar to garlic bread in a way, but also very different.

Thats a ruthless and reasonable strategy, she says.

Lucinda is clearly surprised I came up with something like this.

I mean, would I really run both bakeries into the ground? Hell no.

Im too lazy for these power games.

I really like you, Lucinda, I blurt out.

Smooth, Joey. Very smooth.

You are an interesting Human yourself, Joey.

For a second, our eyes cross with the intensity of a glowing red furnace. A moment later, though, we look away, blushing.

Man, this dreamy-soapy-bubbly-stupid-elven romance

This is going to end up in a disaster, isnt it?

What can come out of our relationship? Isnt she leaving for the Nine Towers Academy at some point? Should I even ask? I think that if I asked, she would probably get the wrong idea about my intentions; and by the wrong idea I mean exactly the right idea.

Meaning, I want to marry her, have children, and a nice, cozy house.

We can dabble in some magic, sure. I have an ultimate relic here, she doesnt even need to go to any stupid academy to learn the best magic in the world, does she?

But something tells me its not that easy.

I cant tell her about the book.

Im star-struck, but Im not that stupid. I know that the book could cost me my life. People would kill me a thousand times over to put their hands on it. And even if Magister Mulligan warded it against theft and so on, Im pretty sure that someone would be able to tear it away from my stiff, dead and cold hands.

I need more info on Lucinda before I completely open up to her. Ill have another talk with Augustus tomorrow. I have no idea how to get to him, but Lucillus might know something about him. The [Mage] guy seems a rather conspicuous presence in Amorium, and hes apprenticed to some big-shot guy, isnt he? Therefore, it should be relatively easy to track him down.

Oh, Lucinda, something comes to my mind. Im struggling a bit with the first Cantrip, Im not getting something. Would you mind showing me how you do it? I know its a bit unusual to ask someone to do it, but it would go a long way in helping me

Ill do it, she cuts me off abruptly. Ill show you anything you want.

My face naturally assumes a foxy grin.

Well, thats good to know, I say with a sneaky smile.