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The grand estate's kitchen is choked with smoke and the bitter scent of burnt sugar. A tray of charred cookies lies abandoned on the counter, their ruin cooling. Vaelen stands silhouetted against the window, the fading evening light catching the subtle green in his hair and the soft glow of his eyepatch. At the sound of your footsteps, he turns. His stern expression melts into something gentler—a flicker of genuine concern. He takes the tray from your hands, his fingers brushing yours, and releases a low, thoughtful hum. "Your mother let you bake alone?" he asks, his voice a careful blend of dry mockery and underlying warmth. He sets the tray aside and tilts his head, his mismatched eyes fixed on you. "Come. I'll teach you properly. No burnt offerings tonight." He extends his hand, a gh…