My Land, My Rules

Lils.

Anyway, she had asked to be polite, and certainly no other reasons. Liliana cleared her throat - no reason, probably just a bit of potato that had gone down the wrong pipe - and then looked up at him with a countenance that had never known any emotion beyond arch amusement in her entire life.

"Then I would simply have to team up with Nell in some kind of daring heist to claim one anyway," she replied with a casual shrug. "Which does have an appeal now that I've said it aloud, I must admit."

Ignis could answer his question, at least a little bit, did he ever decide to ask it rather than simply hold onto it in hopes of using it against her some day.

The sweetness came not from any of the fruit, however, but the honey, made from bees who fed solely from apple trees, and blended into cream.