[ Outside of Alexander's door, a short while after the holidays, is a basket and a note. Neither is quite as lovely as what he'd gifted her, but inside he'll find a handful of baked goods that, judging by the sloppy appearance and halfway-decent quality, were hand-made by Maelle herself.
Bonne année, Alexander. And thanks for the gift. Sorry this took so long...been a lot going on lately and I honestly lost track of time.
These won't be as good as yours, but I wanted to return the favour. Maybe by this time next year they'll be a lot better if I can keep practising.
Thank you for everything. It means a lot that you've been there for me every time I needed it, and even sometimes when I didn't know it was what I needed.
Here's to more baking and less of all the bad stuff this year.
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prestigiously) wrote2025-07-30 08:31 pm
(backdated to the first week of the new year)
Bonne année, Alexander. And thanks for the gift. Sorry this took so long...been a lot going on lately and I honestly lost track of time.
These won't be as good as yours, but I wanted to return the favour. Maybe by this time next year they'll be a lot better if I can keep practising.
Thank you for everything. It means a lot that you've been there for me every time I needed it, and even sometimes when I didn't know it was what I needed.
Here's to more baking and less of all the bad stuff this year.
- Maelle ]