Osiris bit into his slice with surprising elegance. The sweetness hit his tongue and made his eyes narrow in pleasure. He flicked his tongue over the crumbs at the corner of his mouth.
"It is officially decided," he said in a lazy tone. "You are not just a goddess of war and fields. You are also a dessert goddess now."
Zyran took a bite last.
He did it slowly.
The moment the cake entered his mouth, he knew that, if he judged by the standards of the divine realm, this was not the most perfect cake he had eaten.
There were more refined ones, with smoother texture and more complicated flavors. But there was something those cakes did not have.
This one carried the smoke of this village's fire, the scent of its winter air, and Isabella's concentration and cursing when the batter had been too thick.
It was hers.
That alone made it taste better than anything else he remembered.
He finished the slice in two more bites.
Isabella observed their faces.
