Not a complaint to be had over the cooking only served to keep a smile on her face. While her hands were busy with the crimson strands of hair in her hands, the celestial spirit kept her eyes between her finger work and her companions own meal. If anything was more enjoyable to have made a meal people loved, it was watching them enjoy it. And while she couldn’t really enjoy the very facial expressions that Ilda had shown for them, she could picture them well enough to sate her curiosity. Of course, what always made things more interesting was that cooking meals for a normal person was much different than the vegan herself had eaten, but it was something always noted that nobody had the same exact tastes, so it would stand to reason she would always prefer to cook normally and then make herself something before or after. It always varied, such as the fish skeleton that sat on the plate at the counter now.
Her head tilted a little in wonder of where so suddenly her question about braiding came from. She’d mentioned many times before that she was well beyond the look of her physical appearance in age, but no matter that. Aoi simply giggled and shrugged at her presumptions. ”I do braid my own, and to be honest I wasn’t sure if I wanted to do a fishtail or a rope braid.. but I thought for now just a normal one would suffice for a while!” She paused for a moment to set the brush down on the table and step out from behind the red haired girl so she could finally be able to look to her friend. ”Sometimes I don’t really think to leave my hair down or style it in a special way. I kinda just toss it into the little buns after I dress and it’s just natural to me, but if you’re so eager to, I can try to be a little more varying with my hair.” With a sweet smile, the martial artist had gotten down to business with her little deal. All Ilda would have to do is just make the small request and it would be done. No questions asked!~
Nodding slowly, the spirit quickly realized that she was right. But at the same time, she was just as wrong! ”You know, you’d be surprised how much different someone looks with a simple updo or let down of the hair. Personally, I feel totally different wood it’s not up like it is now, but time is a hell of a bias, don’t you agree?” Laughing lightly, she enjoyed the little question of her own appearance, but then again the company in it of itself was more enjoyable than anything. If anything, Aoi had seemed to be a lot happier now than before she met Ilda, but she was never sure if she knew that or not. They never crossed paths until that night they met, and even then Ilda was right. She was hesitant, but Aoi was desperate enough not to care. Now that she knew, it stoop mattered not one bit.
As her words echoed into Ilda’s ears, she hoped the girl would see to what she said and at least consider what she said to be at face value. Even the spirit herself was no different. Her abilities to manipulate water was exponentially useful for nearly anything, but it was true that used the wrong way, it could become someone’s downfall. ”All I ask is that you take my advice to heart.” She replied assuringly, patting her hands. ”And most importantly, you can’t blame yourself for what happened in your childhood. What you couldn’t control as a child is nothing to worry over. I’d like to think those who came across you then would not hold it against you. It’s not like anything was intentional, but humans are rather fickle creatures.... no offense. What i was told prior to being here is mainly hearsay really. But you’ve shown me that even through this curse, you do the right thing and once people see that about you, you’ll be better understood, well loved, and perhaps even admired.”
Popping up from the seat next to the fire mage, Aoi picked up her plate and headed off to clean it off and wash the dish and silverware without any hesitation, should it be cleaned off of food. Once finished, she would turn around and lean against the counter while she waved a hand around to pull all the water from her hands and then let it lightly splash into the sink. ”So, lets get down to business!~ Today’s your day to pick what we do, Ilda. Just name it and we’ll head off when you’re ready!~” Hands places formerly as they were when Ilda first began to eat; one hand clasped over the other in front of her, she waited patiently for her pact holder to figure what she wanted to do.