The witch and the poisonous apple

Feeling Roze's gaze upon him, Harij glances over the window.

"This is a nice place to relax."

The scenery outside is so green.

That summer is the most favorite time of the year to be walking in the woods is indeed the truth. It's full of youthful greenery with bright days in the usually dark, gloomy, forest. Because of sunbeams, the moss growing beneath the leaves appear to be glowing.

"Uh, forest, do you like it?" Roze asks.

"Hm? Yes."

"—ah, me too. I like it, very much so."

Since the time she was born, she had been living within the forest—yet, she never gets tired watching it. For the witches who live in nature, the change of the forest also becomes part of their life.

Therefore, by keeping an eye on the daily small changes, she'll only discover new things.

…The same can also be said regarding her crush.

Roze is happy, and lets out a small smile under her hood.

"Umm, I'm afraid I don't have any tea, is normal water okay?"

"…no problem."

He seems surprised at her suggestion, yet doesn't utter any complaints.

His attitude has become a lot softer than a while ago. Maybe he's getting used being in presence of a witch.

She opens the basket while heating the pot to boil water.

Inside is a beautiful pie that appears so dazzling to her—like the most cherished jewelry inside a lady's jewelry box.

"Mr. Customer, this, what is this?"

"'Tarte Tatin'—is what it's called."

"Tarte… Tatin…"

Even the name is wonderful sounding. Roze can't help saying it several more times. Tarte Tatin—she can tell it's going to be delicious.

Tarte Tatan resembles an apple pie that was accidentally turned over.

A large chunk of cut apples is glazed with butter and caramel, and then neatly arranged without gaps. The caramel on the surface of the apples glitter like gems.

To eat something as beautiful as this, Roze feels bad..