Mmmm… That's good. Nothing beats Minstreli Beans, does it~? Perfection, as a woman like me deserves~ Satisfied to the point that she very nearly let loose a little mewl of delight as she taste the warm delight of a fresh and frothy dose of caffeine tickle her tongue in all those bittersweet ways in which seemed to provide such delightful relief, Charlotte Caldwell hummed as she felt the invigorating liquid flowing through her body to provide a sense of wakefulness which stood against the drowsiness which the sun in the sky might have attempted to inflict upon her, and kept her looking sharp eyed and let's face it gorgeous as well. However, even as the blonde enjoyed brew of beans, she couldn't help but feel a little bit distracted by what she saw before her.
Though apparently it isn't to everyone's taste, hm~? A stare that looked like it was made from the most sublime and sparkling sapphire drifting to a small figure who sat opposite her, though the slight frame of this figure with fur like the first frost of winter and the way she was slumping made it difficult to see the strange little feline known as Carla, even the restricted window that was offered to the witch of winter seemed to speak of a sense of sadness and sorrow. Or at the very least disappointment at what she had been served up, which was something, given the delights which sat in front of her.
“Is cake not to your liking, my lovely little lamb?” At the very least the image of a nice slice of ever so fluffy sponge cape topped with something sinfully sweet something that the snowy siren had expected to strike a chord with her young and adorable new friend, as she looked over to the lass and saw how downcast she looked Charlotte couldn't help but intercede, though did so in a tone that perhaps might have sounded a little patronizing, and perhaps even motherly as well, which was a pretty new experience for her really…