AMELIA poured more tea into Valentine’s cup, the steam curling lazily between them. The dining table felt too small for the amount of excitement still buzzing in the air.
“You are sure you don’t want more pancakes?” she asked, nudging the plate toward him.
Valentine laughed, already reaching for another piece.
“Big sis, if I say no, you will still force it on me.”
“You have to eat it while it is still soft, my dear. Hazel didn’t wake up early to hear complaints later.”
Valentine’s eyes widened.
“Wait— she made this?”
Amelia smirked.
“Obviously.”
He took a dramatic bite, chewing slowly, then placed his hand on his chest.
“Wow. I have been eating cafeteria nonsense for years, and your daughter have been hiding talents like this?”
Amelia rolled her eyes but smiled.
“Just eat,
