“Well, accidents do happen.” The former goddess nodded with a coy smirk, which turned into a small wince at the other woman's optimistic opinion of her. “I don't think so either, but I admit my last prank did get a little out of hand. However, I maintain that it was not my fault that a little… property damage resulted from it.” she sighed, shaking her head at the memory. “But I thank you for your confidence in me. Even though you don't really know me.” she reminded Azalea. The thought of telling her resurfaced but she still wasn't completely certain if that was a good idea. After all, this was only the first full day that they had spent together… and it wasn't even a full day because of her work. “You’re a very good cook. I… I don't usually… uhh, eat food like this often.” she said, quickly catching herself. Maddalena chuckled a little with her and nodded at the offer. “I certainly have the time to learn.” she agreed.
"That is true-" She chuckles quietly at that confirmation, humming quietly as she listened to Maddalena. A prank getting out of had could happen. She wasn't sure how often it was though. She shrugged and finished off her meal. She was trusting of others, until they proved that they weren't trustworthy. So far, the woman in her home hadn't hurt her, or her kittens, hadn't broken anything, or stole anything. So that was that. She hummed as she stretched in her chair, tapping her lip thoughtfully. "Even if I don't know you that well, you haven't done anything to harm me, and my kittens seem fond of you." She smiled warmly. "So, for now, I trust you." She hummed as her cooking was complimented, a little blush forming on her cheeks. "Thank you." She chuckles quietly. She loved to cook, but she rarely got to cook for others. "Sounds wonderful, maybe this weekend we can garden together."
Maddalena chuckled softly again at her good fortune in crashing into this mortal's life. Azalea was very welcoming and surprisingly understanding… with what she had been told. And she believed in the old God's on top of it all. The tall brunette couldn't help but wonder what the odds were for this situation. “Well, that makes you the first.” she said, her lips quirked into a small rueful smile as she pushed her empty bowl away from her. “But you have no reason to worry about your kittens. I wouldn't want to incur Bast’s wrath on me as well. Besides, I love cats. Little mischief-makers in their own way.” her smile turned sincere and soft at that statement, glancing down at one of the little kittens. “This weekend works for me. Something tells me, I’m going to be down here for a while.” she smirked, doubting that Ausra would allow otherwise.
Azalea was an understanding woman, however she was also a take no shit kind of person. She was a gentle soul, and someone who worked hard. It was amazing to think she had come from so little. She paused when the woman in front of her spoke, a little confused as to what she meant about trust, but she didn't decide to push further, they were having a nice conversation after all. She hummed softly as she tilts her head. "Yes, it would be best to avoid the cat goddess' wrath. She hummed in thought as she gazed at her kittens. They were her true pride. All three of them were left in a box on the side of the road, not even old enough to be away from their mother. But she took care of them and nursed them back to health. She returned her attention back to Maddalena and smiled. "That sounds wonderful. I do need to work a little tomorrow, I promised my boss I'd get a few documents in. However, my afternoon is completely free." She chuckles quietly and stands, collecting the dishes.
By nature, the former goddess often gave the others a hard time of things. Whether it was through her pranks or just a battle of wits. But because of that most of the others in Ausra’s Parthenon were much less inclined to trust her in general. Maddalena chuckled softly as looked back up at her host’s comment. “Exactly. In fact, I think she blessed you when she gave you these three.” she said simply, though she currently had no way to be sure of that. But it was obvious how much the cats cared for Azalea and how much she cared for the cats as well. It certainly would make sense to the older brunette. “Tomorrow afternoon is fine.” she smiled, nodding a little. “Assuming, of course, that you aren't too tired after working.” she added as she remembered Azalea’s… disdain for her employer.
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