[Bay keeps an eye on Adora as she goes to get her own tea and cobbler. That doesn't add up. Looking at her it does, she's obviously not twelve, they're near in age but she'd put the other girl a little behind her just on the way she reacted to the dark. And decided to consume as much baked treat as she could fit in her mouth at once.]

Eighteen.

[Bay's taste is small and purposeful, savoring all the little notes in the flavor that she'd otherwise miss if she weren't so- unique. She's even got an idea which of the kitchen staff she should thank for this, even if she isn't sure. Her initial annoyance has quickly softened into compassion. She can't really judge Adora too harshly for her lack of graces, being brought here is a lot.]

Nowhere in the Kingdom is like home for me. And that's before adding in that my sister isn't here. It helps to take things slow when getting used to this place though, to be mindful of your surroundings.

And to not try to inhale entire desserts.

[Compassion but also please Adora, please have some chill.]