"I had the urge to cook." Her explanation for the basket she had brought along. As if the soft aroma didn't already give away the contents. "You seemed the most likely to enjoy some veggie pot stickers with me. Care for some?"

Eyes dart from the delightfully scented basket to her cheerful face with a wry knowing grin already curling across his muzzle. As if he was gonna resist a home cooked meal from her. "This feels like a trap of some sort... consider me caught. Cripes that smells good, Toothy. New recipe?"

Ah, he saw right through her little scheme. But it still worked! Her smile drew wider as she dropped down next to him. Shooing the gathered eggs to one side so she could spread a blanket on the grass. "I did tweak them a bit this time. I found some perfect bean sprouts, which is why I decided to make them in the first place. I also added some grated carrot, for a slight sweetness."

"all sorts of cheeses are good. Goat cheese is quite nice"

"I've admittedly never tried it. Olina would make this brow cheese from goat's milk. My sister loves it," a twingle of sadness in her tone. "I thought it was smelly and weird... I guess I'm on a bit of a cheese journey now."

"Was it the taste or texture that you didn't like? Because I might have some suggestions on what to try."

"The real stuff, or the powdered stuff? There's a difference"

"Powdered. We respect the working class here."

A snort of laughter "right, of course. My bad"

Tooth looked Aurora over. Scanning up and down, eyes searching, but for what? One leg hung down from her perch, the other knee pulled up so her cheek could rest on it. "Was it hard for you? To adjust to royal life, after living out there in peaceful seclusion?"

Violet eyes flicker to the faerie as she sit tucked away in a corner with a book in her lap and tea next to her…

She’s thoughtful for a moment before replying “truthfully… yes, I’m not used to the rules, the regulations the expectations are different than when I lived in a cottage nameless to the rest of ulstead.” She admit.

The breeze through the open window rustled her feathers, refreshing even as she broached a potentially tricky topic. A quite minute ticked by as Aurora pondered her question.

"Do you... prefer one way of living over the other? I imagine it's hard to be lonely now."

Aurora smiled at the faerie before asking what was on her mind “do you live in the moors?”

She smiled and shook her head. "No. I live far from here. But I visit when I get the chance. It's gorgeous and peaceful. And I like blending in a bit. Once in a while." Her gaze had drifted upwards, to the clouds drifting in the sky. Tooth took a deep breath and turned back to the princess. "How often do you visit?"

“I spent a great deal of time in the moors…a faerie is basically the closest thing I have to a mother.” Aurora offer no point in startling the other with which fae was her mother.

“ I’m Aurora.” She introduce having forgot her manners in her amazement.

Ah, so that's how it was. Toothiana had little need to delve into Aurora's memories as of yet. She had proven capable of remembering the tenants of innocent children all on her own. Forgiveness, empathy, joy. But Toothaina still took this information with a nod.

"I'm Toothiana. It's lovely to meet you, Aurora." Humans didn't exactly wander the moors often, but this was a charming one to meet on an easygoing day.