[ He's familiar with crepes, though he's admittedly never had someone actually make them for him before. His meals, with the exception of formal dinners that usually have to do with the politicians at Capitol Hill, tend to be less fancy in comparison to this.
He's already wishing that he were in a better mood the moment he takes the first bite. A crappy mood does good food like this a great disservice.
On that note, he's quietly musing that he hadn't quite expected you to be proficient in the kitchen... or maybe he should. You Mastigoi like to know as much as you can get your hands (and brain) on.
He should... also probably not think so loud in your presence.
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He's already wishing that he were in a better mood the moment he takes the first bite. A crappy mood does good food like this a great disservice.
On that note, he's quietly musing that he hadn't quite expected you to be proficient in the kitchen... or maybe he should. You Mastigoi like to know as much as you can get your hands (and brain) on.
He should... also probably not think so loud in your presence.
Anyway. ] Who taught you to cook?
[ P.S. He's pretty lousy at small-talk.]