[ He nods with another short 'thanks' when she brings the plates to the table and sits down with her. ]
Guess that makes two of us.
[ He only got started when he got here. Living on his own for a while, even before Panty came here, helped with that.
Cloud takes a bite into his own pile of pancake. It's good! Then his fork sinks into another one, a lighter brown than the others. He notices how some of it seems to stick to the utensil. ...hmmm... 🤔 ]
Om...
[ Yup that one was...undercooked. It kinda just...melts in his mouth? And feels semi-sticky? But he doesn't make a face either. ]
[ Cloud doesn't have to say anything. The first bite Weiss takes out of her set of pancakes immediately makes her wince. ]
Oh god... this still tastes like goop. [ That one's not as loud, at least. Cloud doesn't need to hear her complain. ] I thought they were okay. Sorry, you don't have to eat those— [ The pancakes on his place, she means. She even gets up from her seat to try and take Cloud's plate away. ]
[ Cloud notices the way she flinches when she bites her own. Had she not said anything or made a face, he would have been just a little more stubborn about keeping his plate. ]
Hey hold on- [ ...that is to say, he's still gonna try to keep his plate. But will give it up with some persistence. ] Maybe this one's still good.
[ Quick. Before she can take it. He slices off a side of a pancake and pops it in his mouth. One would think with his Sanguis nose and senses, he'd know better but. Well. ]
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[ ... .... ..... He swallows. Because he doesn't want to open his mouth to show her what's effectively a wad of batter. Only half-winces. ]
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She brings the plates to the table and sits down where her coffee is. Finally! She can enjoy her drink. ]
I'm not that great in the kitchen, but I've learned a few things now that I've lived here for some time. Anyway, let's eat.
[ Lowkey hoping the pancakes are good!!!! And some are, actually... except there's maybe one or two that's undercooked. Oops? ]
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Guess that makes two of us.
[ He only got started when he got here. Living on his own for a while, even before Panty came here, helped with that.
Cloud takes a bite into his own pile of pancake. It's good! Then his fork sinks into another one, a lighter brown than the others. He notices how some of it seems to stick to the utensil. ...hmmm... 🤔 ]
Om...
[ Yup that one was...undercooked. It kinda just...melts in his mouth? And feels semi-sticky? But he doesn't make a face either. ]
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Oh god... this still tastes like goop. [ That one's not as loud, at least. Cloud doesn't need to hear her complain. ] I thought they were okay. Sorry, you don't have to eat those— [ The pancakes on his place, she means. She even gets up from her seat to try and take Cloud's plate away. ]
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Hey hold on- [ ...that is to say, he's still gonna try to keep his plate. But will give it up with some persistence. ] Maybe this one's still good.
[ Quick. Before she can take it. He slices off a side of a pancake and pops it in his mouth. One would think with his Sanguis nose and senses, he'd know better but. Well. ]
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[ ... .... ..... He swallows. Because he doesn't want to open his mouth to show her what's effectively a wad of batter. Only half-winces. ]
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This is so embarrassing...