( She smiles, ridiculously pleased to have Adelaide curled up against her side, the warmth of their bodies pressed together. Her hand idly traces patterns down the line of Adelaide's spine, a light dance of fingers over her chemise, cheek resting against her hair. )

I wish I could say I'd make them for you always, but... I'll definitely bribe Burly for you on a regular basis.

( Ruby dreads to think what she'd do to macarons, honestly. Probably not worth considering. Her smile is so very fond, and she is content to just inhale the scent of this, the sweetness of the macarons and the warmth of the tea, and Adelaide's pressed close against her. This is literally the last thing she envisioned happening ever, or close enough. Rather than dwell (or dwell right now, she'll probably dwell later) Ruby just reaches for the box of macarons and rests it on her abdomen, easing out one of the violet ones and holding it out to Adelaide. )

Better than... Val Royeaux macarons?