Unlike pretty much anyone else on these slopes, Dolores was more than happy to let this creature called "Hmmm" inside her house. Sure, it may have been due to the obligations set forth by the rules of hospitality, but the elderly woman really didn't want to see it that way; she wanted to believe that it was from the utmost generosity of her heart, and it was actually genuine! Though its appearance unnerved her to no end, she was more concerned about it freezing to death than horrifying any of the neighbors by hosting such a... Surreal creature in her household.
Loneliness sucked.
She ignored her dog scuffling in her bedroom in favor of humming, "I hope you're in the mood for... Baking, right? I do have some leftover ingredients from when I was trying to bake cake for one of my customers in the lowlands, and... I don't want the ingredients to go to waste." With a nervous chuckle, she rubbed the back of her neck. Goodness, did Hmmm haunt her to some degree. What if it didn't like sweets? Could it even understand what she was saying? It seemed sapient, but she could never be sure - not when she was continually questioning herself all the time - this being no exception (and perhaps one of the most egregious examples out there).
"... I hope chocolate cake isn't something that bothers you," Dolores finally blurted after what seemed like several minutes of silence (except for her dog shuffling around the locked room like there was no tomorrow). At least she hadn't actually started baking yet. That would've actually been a disaster in the making.
"I mean..." the elderly woman added further while walking back to the counter, where the usual ingredients lay, "Even if you like chocolate, I know the particularly intense varieties can be off-putting. The cacao flavor can be so strong and bitter that it repulses more people than it attracts. I was actually a bit surprised that my customer valued the ninety-percent cacao portions so highly. I tasted a portion of it myself, and it was so bitter that I almost... I almost threw the whole thing out." She frowned, then looked down at the portions in question. Would it do her some good to try it out on Hmmm?
Apparently so, because Dolores took a piece out of the plastic bag, then walked over to where it was and offered it. As a treat. Then the elder took a step back, anticipating the latter's reaction. Hopefully it wasn't too averse... She sure as hell wasn't eating it herself if it didn't like it. (And no, she wasn't going to feed Poffin that either. What the fuck?)
With a nervous laugh, Dolores suggested while wringing her hands together, "We can bake something different if you want, actually. Or maybe we don't even have to go for the sweet route. If you want to go savory, that's okay too. As long as you're content. You seem starving anyways... Please don't try to eat any of the furniture while I'm busy making your food."
wholesome food? in MY FEED??? hell yea.... thank you salter for the wholesome content. here is my follow-up.
Humming under her breath, the older woman could only conjure up the tune to a lullaby featuring bees and flowers - a remnant from her days back in the lowlands. The notes were all bittersweet, though Dolores sure hoped that the bitter component wouldn’t infect her demeanor or the dish she was about to create: cream puffs.
When was the last time she even made a cream puff? They were normally reserved for the rich anyway, because of the level of technique involved in making one - let alone an entire batch - and yet… Here she was, engaging in sacrilege by making a pastry meant for the cream of the crop, in her rustic little home up in the mountains, where the only guest in her house was a puppy who had been dropped off there by her parents while they went off shopping. Dolores didn’t exactly buy the reasoning, but…
Hey. She wasn’t one to judge. Or question, for that matter. She wasn’t supposed to, anyway.
The elder ceased humming just to listen to the puppy giggle and play around with the bag of flour. Oh goodness, back in the lowlands… This would’ve caused a bunch of uptight rich folk to shit themselves in absolute horror. One wasn’t supposed to be making a rich dessert for just a commoner! And children weren’t allowed in the kitchen! They weren’t supposed to be playing with the ingredients and causing a mess! Yet Dolores minded none of it… At least for the most part, until she glanced over at the flour-covered toddler.
“It really is,” remarked the elder with a giggle, as she finished preparing the cream that was to serve as the filling. She bit back a grimace, thanks to years of conditioning that made her treasure cleanliness, but… Come on. The guest was a child. The least she could do was- “Aie!”
The puppy started to roar, proclaiming herself as the flour monster, or something along those lines. Dolores wanted to play along, but that apparently ended up getting taken seriously, as the puppy’s spirit deflated not long after. The elder’s smile faded as she glanced around, then started to reassure the other:
“It’s fine, really. You didn’t actually scare me, and…” Dolores glanced over at the trails the white powder had left behind from all that harmless frolicking. “... I can clean it up later.”
She then turned her attention back to the counter as she added more ingredients, most likely towards a fruit compote that was to accompany the puffs. It was a questionable choice in hindsight given how expensive fruit was becoming, but alas… After drizzling some honey into the mixture bowl, Dolores turned over to the puppy with a smile, though this one was a bit more strained than before. Saudade was a bitch.
“Well, it’s not really the fun type of snow that you can roll around in,” she admitted with a sheepish chuckle, “A lot of it comes in the form of snowstorms and the like. It’s not fun. There’s so much wind and snow everywhere…” The old woman shuddered, unsure of how far to go with her description. “... It’s… It’s really not as nice as it sounds. It’s very cold when that happens. Far too cold for someone as young as yourself, and as old as myself, hm?” Sure. Good enough. Hopefully.