How amusing it was to so be asked whether or not he had ever heard of a four-cheese grilled sandwich. Matteo quite assured he had lived in the very time of its invention and yet- he so hardly sought to cause the woman any manner of discord by so announcing such a thing. That worry that afflicted her frame and turned within her mind was already clear enough. To offer her but any insecurity about that dish she so desired to make would surely only further prompt those very sensations within her. Matteo hardly the sort of creature inclined to cause genuine distress in any being save perhaps his son in law. Even if such a thing was hardly intentional for the most part. That very tone in which she so offered those words however prompted the singular lift of one silvered eye. That faintest touch of amusement so finding his features at her very attempts at boldness here and now as she so proudly claimed no being had ever informed her yet of the poorness off her food. Ah, but such a bold claim! Especially to one such as himself and yet- he so hardly had the heart to afford her any correction nor the true knowledge of just whom she might be cooking for even if he was near unaccustomed to such a tone. She could not more command him, the very embodiment of fate, then she could command the ocean and yet if it so gave her pleasure to try and so afforded her mind relief from worry to cook then he saw no need to stop her- even if she denied his query on what cheese she so desired to use. His head offering that simple, pleasant nod.

"Yes, I have heard of such a thing before. I shall look forward to trying it, Mon Amie."

Those accented words so easily parted his lips once more. His attention returned to that cookbook before he became so readily aware of that curious habit off her fingers as they seemed to turn nervously over one another again and again. Such a truly odd habit it was! His gaze lingered upon her hands for several moments longer before that query off just why she felt such a need to behave in that manner so fell from his lips. The young woman insisting it was a matter off her past and the ill treatment she had suffered in her youth that prompted such lingering effects. Matteo content to reach his hand toward her then, resting it atop her own to cease those very moments before s reminding her such things were well within the past and that she herself had been strong enough to break fre of them. The young woman appearing as if she hardly believed those very words as his hand returned to himself. Her quietly whispered words hardly missed.

"Ah, Mon Cherie, courage is resistance to fear, even mastery off it- but not absence of it. Only fools have no fear in this world. We all fear something."

That warm simper so found his lips once more in an effort to offer that further assurance that she seemed so desperately to need. How very broken that dear girl was. How very much it tugged at him and yet, while his fate was the guardianship of another it so hardly prevented him from attempting to offer that reassurance all the same. Surely no being was brave all the time, not even himself, just as he had told Tetradore the day he had gifted the boy that very rosary he now wore about his neck. Fear was the price for living in so many ways. Fear the very thing that sometimes, kept one alive. It would be a very great pity to be free from it at all and a greater pity still to feel as if it so owned you in turn. Perhaps, in time, Raven might yet heal from that damage of the past. If nothing else, she had time- and so surrounded by those whom cared for her she might surely see a furthered recovery still. Matteo, for now, content to draw her thoughts away from such disparaging ideals and onto another matter entirely. A future he had seen for her- one so clear and assured. One in which she had become a Mother. The very shock of that announcement so seeming to chase any other thoughts from her mind at all. Matteo content to return to his reading as she came to terms with that very prediction. That very stress she seemed to suffer over that declaration removing from him any consideration he might have made of teasing her further or daring to suggest Tobias might not be the father- her hand shoving against his shoulder as he chuckled. Those very shoulders lifted in a playful shrug.

"Sometimes my Fae-ness so runs away with me, you must forgive me."

Those words themselves were nothing short of light-hearted. Matteo chuckling again. The Fae so hardly choosing to assure her that her cheating upon her boyfriend was hardly the only manner in which she might find herself in the arms of another and yet it hardly seemed she was such a being to enjoy jokes of such mirth as that. The Frenchman content to leave such things for now before assuring her instead of the health off both her pregnancy and her child in an effort to chase that fear from her. That distraction, it seemed, readily inclined to work. Raven eyeing him for several moments longer before attempting to fish for that furthered information. That warm grin finding him again even as he kept watch of that future unfolding before his very eyes.

"I can tell you almost anything you desire to know but I think some things should be a surprise, no? I can tell you that your child will be gifted, in more ways than one and, in time, they will be a leader and someone much admired. You will be very proud."


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