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"would you like to help with this batch, wally?" she's holding a small recipe book in her wings, turned to a page of various different muffin recipes. "we can do any flavor you want, dear." (from @ohmyfeathers for wally!)

Wally was an almost mousey thing when he wanted to be. A nosy, peeking, small thing, one you could forget about in your own home, frame little enough in comparison to be a minor note in a major score: a song he wasn't part of, sometimes, but liked to watch, and liked to chime in on.

This was, to some extent, his intention today ━ though 'intention' implies a conscious decision, a plan, of which neither did he make. No, this was simply just what Wally did sometimes! peeking in & out of rooms, eternally curious of the little things hidden off in the corners of his vision, ever aware of the things behind his first line of sight. ( anywhere else, it'd be the curtains of a dark stage, but with Poppy, it's different. She makes the world feel no bigger than it is, cozy and right. Wally, unaware of oblivion, just himself in this little loving place, just himself and nothing else at all : Innocence lost turns to innocence sleeping but whole here, where the world is theirs. There's nothing more to this, and he likes that much more than being afraid, how he doesn't know he does at all. )

he'd just been beginning to poke around the edges of the kitchen, as though mind wandering enough to leave the room entirely, when she speaks in a sweet downy voice ( Wally couldn't explain how her voice felt 'downy' or 'dawn-y' or 'cinnamon-y', but it was all of these things to him, in a very kind way. ) that draws him back, gentle yarns tugging ever so softly on his hand, tied to his finger like a balloon's gentler sister.

Wally returns to her side as if only waiting to be called back, perfectly at home here, as he peers at the book held taller than him by sheer virtue of her size in of itself, angled down.

"I would like that." he seems happy to have been given the chance to help at all; of course he is, he loves Poppy! He'd gladly spend time with her any & always "Hmm..."

he thinks for a long moment, big eyes scanning through the ingredients left 'round, occasionally glancing back up at the book. Apple was tempting, and he knew Howdy would like it, but oh ━ he never liked breaking the shape of apples, or eating them at all. Admiring the way an artist admires, the way the skin dappled itself in a shiny-matte sheen and bright, bright color! So he was left to think and think...

after a few moments, he looks up to her with an idea, curious "What's your favorite flavor, Poppy? I'd like to try it. Maybe we could do that."