[OPEN CLASS] Valentines 102 (Leva)

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To make candies was something Leva was all together not against. Well, in premise all she had to do was take a bunch of tasty mushroom truffles, dip the in a sticky sweet mess, let them set and boom, she'd be done. It wasn't like there was anything complicated about it right? As she read the information slip, she realized that perhaps, she had ben wrong. Maybe candy and valentines was important. Oh wait, no it wasn't. She was just trying to think it was. Candy was candy, no matter where it came from. The idea, heck even the notion that somehow there were superior candies was- okay actually that was true. She loathed the candy she got from the supermarket but the department stores? Oh let her at it, she'd go after any of that chocolate in a heart beat or three, (give she had more than one heart she rather dislike that saying. Heartist. Draconist. Something ist)

It was a bit hard to explain but Leva was more keep to just eat the chocolate than the truffles, as it were. The desire to teats each one out growing with each glance she took at the varies colors and creamy textures. Was dark really better? Did sugar free mean no sweetness? And was white actually fake chocolate? She had wondered these questions and more before but had never really dwelled upon them, instead just going and doing her best to enjoy what she have. Chocolate was chocolate was apparently a lot more complex than she had initially thought.  

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But that didn't matter a whole not since her truffle making for this course didn't start with having a chocolate crisis, it started with something simple. A truffle selection. Plucking three she rolled them in her claws, wondering why they couldn't make them using some other fungus. Or meat. Meaty truffles. Oh yes, now THAT sounded far better.  

[iStoleYurVamps]

Truffles having been selected now she was left to pick her chocolates. It wasn't to hard- actually yes it was. She'd been going over each one, touching them, smelling them, almost licking them (before being scolded and told to stop and just pick a few), Leva had ended up just grabbing the nearest ones, not thinking. She regret it now, but in the end, she's make do. Perhaps, if she was creative enough, they might even be better- wait that was wrong. They WOULD be better because she never made anything bag. Ever. That was just a pure fact. Nope. Never messed up anything, (and if she had she'd harder think that it would even count against her when it came to this truffle making).  

[iStoleYurVamps]

Having made her truffles, not it was all a matter of how good they were. To Leva, they already were perfect. It was just a matter of getting everyone else to understand that they were. Really, Leva had made them so naturally they were good- people just sometimes didn't know it yet. That was all. But soon all she'd have to do is give them a truffle and BAM. She'd have it in the bag.  

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Granted her truffles were not all pretty looking but, she thought they all were good. What ever criteria others judged them on and saw them not top quality? Well, they were just stupid and mistaken. Leva knew better of course. Because Leva was never one to mess anything up, (even if her card making skills said differently).  

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Frustrated by the completely terrible scoring system, Leva huffed and puffed to herself. She'd made perfectly good truffles. To demonstrate she ate one before making a high pitched chit sound and leaving.
Everyone was just BASIC compared to her.