"Killian likes Tarte de Bry?"
I looked up from my desk to meet Leila's eyes as she stood before me. After a not-so-restful day of "rest", I had returned to my duties as a princess, and to the still-unfinished side quest named Killian.
I had no idea what dessert Killian liked. So I sent Leila off to snoop around the palace servants and dig up whatever she could.
And now she returned with… that?
What the hell even is Tarte de Bry?
"Yes, Your Highness." Leila confirmed with a nod.
She caught sight of the cold tea on my desk and quietly replaced it with a fresh cup, as if she could read my mood through the temperature of my drink.
Now came the real problem. Thanks to my hectic schedule in my old life, I practically lived off takeout. Domestic skills were not exactly in my wheelhouse. And now I was expected to bake some obscure pastry I hadn't even heard of?
