While more and more things were brewing everywhere, hot cocoa was brewing in Alterra.
Alterra chocolate was amazing, and with their improved physiques, they didn’t have to worry about trialpha at all.
Samantha sighed in melancholy as she made cup after cup of it.
It was connected to the main fire and designed to keep food and drinks warm if the preparation time took a bit longer than usual.
For example, if so many cups had to be made at a time.
Samantha looked at the several cups and the gentle steam rising from them, carrying cocoa’s unique aroma.
The fragrance comforted her, but also triggered a few memories that squeezed her heart.
When she was young, chocolate was her ultimate luxury—something she and her brother would get probably once a year at most, during New Year’s.
Even if they didn’t have any money, they’d make sure to save up enough to get a packet of hot cocoa, at least, even if they had to do some extra tasks to afford it.
She remembered that, as a child, her best dreams involved chocolates. Sometimes, she was swimming in a pool of chocolate, sometimes she was sleeping in the ground... made of chocolate, and sometimes she was given a house made of it.
"It should be right to pour now," another one of the orphanage helpers said, pulling her back to reality. It seemed like Samantha paused while she was daydreaming.
After finishing the cups, she turned off the induction heater, so they could cool slightly at the same time. This was so the first cups made wouldn’t be cold, but just warm enough.
In the orphanage, it was imperative to treat each child as equally as possible. Even giving a cold cup to one and a warm cup to another could be a sensitive topic.
This was especially so because the cups actually had a unique customized design. They had a pottery activity a while back where the kids made their own cups with assistance, wherein they added designs and patterns they wanted, which were later submitted to the glazing factory.
They were afraid that some sensitive children would see their own cups with ’neglected’ and feel sad.
Of course, they were teaching them to be more mentally strong than to be affected by such trifles, but they tried their best as adults to avoid it being an issue at all.
Then, just before serving, she placed marshmallows in. They were all white but of different shapes, and then they added a few colorful sprinkles. Very cute.
The staff lifted the trays, which had a lot of cups each, but balancing them was not a challenge with their new physiques.
Even if it was a challenge, the faces of the children were enough to reenergize them.
"OOAHHH!"
"WAOOOO!" they cheered, each one taking their cups.
"Be careful! Remember to check the temperature!"
The little ones nodded obediently and stared at their chocos, also getting a few extra marshmallows to put in.
Many kids could not help themselves and dipped immediately. If it wasn’t warm, they’d have gulped it down, but sipping slowly was also charming.
"Yum!"
"Can I hav mow mashmawows pwease?"
"Sprinkles! Sprinkles!"
"Dwisush~"
Various little voices and giggles resounded along with the sound of little sips.
Then, the dean came in with a new set of trays; this time, baskets of muffins and cookies appeared!!
The kids gasped, and then chocolate muffins were distributed, and the kids munched on the chocolate muffins with blushes on their faces.
Today was the Orphanage’s anniversary, and they were doing a dual celebration to also welcome their new orphans.
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