[If Togami notices that he's being stared at, he doesn't particularly seem to care.]
Good. It would be a pain to have to fetch more.
[ENJOY YOUR BAKING PARTNER??
With the answer, he starts unbuttoning his shirt sleeves and rolling them up to his elbows. His wrists and arms are so pale that his veins stand out like blue rivers drawn on a map. Perhaps it's only his confidence that keeps him from seeming fragile.
He takes the recipe card when it's handed to him, leaning against the counter and picking up the cookie that he'd set down, nibbling it as he reads over the ingredients and directions on the card.
Finally, he hands it back.]
Simple enough. [wonder of wonders, there's no snarky 'even you can't mess it up' that follows.] No more than just a pinch of cardamom. You want it more for the aroma than the taste.
[And now he's on the hunt for another mixing bowl and another spoon. Good thing a house with 8 20-year-olds, some of whom have never had to do their own dishes, is likely to follow the "if it's dirty, buy another one" philosophy.]
My nurse made vanilla ginger sables every Christmas when I was young. Sometimes I would sneak away from my tutors and help her. The smell had a way of pervading the whole house.
[He's heading off the 'I didn't know you knew how to bake' question at the pass.]
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Good. It would be a pain to have to fetch more.
[ENJOY YOUR BAKING PARTNER??
With the answer, he starts unbuttoning his shirt sleeves and rolling them up to his elbows. His wrists and arms are so pale that his veins stand out like blue rivers drawn on a map. Perhaps it's only his confidence that keeps him from seeming fragile.
He takes the recipe card when it's handed to him, leaning against the counter and picking up the cookie that he'd set down, nibbling it as he reads over the ingredients and directions on the card.
Finally, he hands it back.]
Simple enough. [wonder of wonders, there's no snarky 'even you can't mess it up' that follows.] No more than just a pinch of cardamom. You want it more for the aroma than the taste.
[And now he's on the hunt for another mixing bowl and another spoon. Good thing a house with 8 20-year-olds, some of whom have never had to do their own dishes, is likely to follow the "if it's dirty, buy another one" philosophy.]
My nurse made vanilla ginger sables every Christmas when I was young. Sometimes I would sneak away from my tutors and help her. The smell had a way of pervading the whole house.
[He's heading off the 'I didn't know you knew how to bake' question at the pass.]