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It turns out that to make the actual ambrosia, Ashes needs to boil the stems of the flowers that he planted to get the sap out. At least it’s more interesting than actually planting more of these things, Ashes supposes this can be educational as Primrose observes his progress. Yet to Ashes, it does suck that he can’t taste what he’s making unless he wants to get poisoned. Really, it’s as if he’s making food that he can’t taste because it’ll make him sick. “Don�...

Just as she promised, Millie Shortbreadette was back the very next day with freshly made dangos and other baked treats just for Dan. She spent all night perfecting the coconut dangos that he taught her and throwing in some extra sinnamon buns and shortbreads just in case. Hells, she even used her favorite decorated trays to plate her pastries on! There was no way he would turn her down with how mu...

Elena sighed as she began hanging another wreath among the church, not in bad faith or ill temper, but purely in exertion. If she was going to be put to this task, she was going to do it right. The Church of Sulfur was a large building to care for on the best of days, but hanging up brand new directions was more of a task then she had prepared herself for. She didn’t want to seem disingenuous in her cheer. After all, all of the festivities and cheer were nice to hav...

The sights and sounds of Cherubmas festivities filled the air, and it was obvious that the season was in full swing with the height of the holiday rearing. In a way, it was almost a shame to see it gone so soon. A month didn’t feel like nearly enough time. Cherubmas was a delight to all who experienced it, at least that’s the way it seemed. Not to mention, it was a great way to experience the delights of the Cherubuns and their culture. A look into the Heavenly Meadow that Ashes had yet t...

The next time he ends up at the Heavenly Embassy to harvest the flowers which he so diligently planted, Primrose is back to looking annoyed at him. Ashes has done nothing wrong to his knowledge. All the same, Primrose’s expression does not change. Ashes has never felt quite so guilty for having a cup of coffee on him except Beanny’s coffee is worth every carat and he has no intention of letting it go. “And here I thought that you’d never arrive,” Primrose co...

It’s another week before Ashes ends up back at the Heavenly Embassy for round four. He wants to learn more about Cherubuns and the only thing he’s ended up learning about is how to take care of flowers. It hardly seems like a fair trade to him given how he’s only getting crumbs out of the various Cherubuns, even if it’s mostly Primrose. To say that he's prepared for no answers yet again is an understatement. “Ah, you’ve arrived,” Primrose says just as he...

Today was going to be the day. Today, Millie Shortbreadette decided she would not leave Dan’s shop until he told her everything she needed to know about his dangos and mochis, even if it meant suffering his guaranteed ire. She enjoyed baking most everything under the crystalline canopy; ube rolls, croissants, cookies in the shape of pampkis, cupcakes modeled after phloofs, you name it. In fact, there wasn’t a person in Millie’s life that didn’t enjoy her baked goods, so the onl...

“Not even a cherubmas themed drink for the occasion?” Millie prodded, unphased by the side eye she received from Hops. It was one of the slower days at The Rabbit Hole so far, which meant that Hops could indulge her bar-seated customers in more conversation than she normally could. Millie had decided that it would be a perfect chance to ask (aka interrogate) Hops about potential new drinks. This had been going on for about half an hour now and showed no signs of stopping....

Another week goes by before Ashes goes back to the Heavenly Embassy because by Primrose’s words: the flowers that you planted would have started to grow by then. And the Cherubun is right. Though in Ashes’ perspective, he thought that they’d be growing faster than this when he sees the fruits of his labour. “You don’t look particularly happy about your flowers,” Primrose remarks. “Flowers don’t grow in a week or two, Ashes. This is normal.” “Still, c...

One week later, Ashes finds himself back at the Heavenly Embassy much to Primrose’s dismay. Apparently the Cherubun isn’t happy to see him again but then again, he doesn’t think Primrose likes seeing anyone. “You always make it look like you hate seeing Succubuns here as if we don’t help you run errands,” he points out rather unhelpfully. Primrose scoffs. “I told you that some of you are tolerable. And yes, this time I do need you to run an errand for one. One that...

Another dull throb radiates through the front of Lysander’s skull; the warm ache makes him clench his jaw with frustration. No amount of over the counter medications or designated attempts to lay and relax would make this strange fog over his mind sway. It was beginning to affect him more than he would like to admit. The ache, again, spreads through his mind. His mouth runs dry. His vision blurs for a moment. Lysander pulls off his glasses to allow them to hang from their chain as he rubs h...

It goes like this when Ashes slowly gets to understand Cherubuns – he’s always been relatively curious about them in the first place. After all, he’s doing this to better understand Cherubuns, less so about the flowers. Ambrosia is interesting but they’re basically plants at the end of the day. Primrose, does not agree with his assessment. “It’s the only thing we can drink,” Primrose points out. “Alcohol is poisonous for us.” “Yeah, but haven�...