[This old dog might even surprise her with a couple new tricks. You never know. He lifts his head a bit even though he can't see her properly from that proximity and that angle, and then he settles back down again. His hand keeps an idle, aimless sort of stroking, fingertips caressing the lower part of her arm before moving towards the outside of her leg.]
Where'd you learn to make biscuits anyway? Old family recipe? [He's had plenty of great biscuits during his time and plenty of dry, brittle, forgettable ones too. Like anything else, he imagines it's easy enough to make a passable one, but to make a good one that's soft and flaky and buttery, she's going to have to give him orders and be strict about him not fooling around with the dough.]
I eat out a lot. [Which means that sometimes he doesn't eat at all. If it wasn't for Sam checking in on him every once in a while and some of his routines, he'd probably go for days without even leaving the apartment.
Anyway, cooking for one is a chore, even if he could do it well.] Maybe you'll wean me off pizza three times a week. [He cracks a smile and ducks his head again, nestling in close.]
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Date: 2021-12-04 07:15 am (UTC)Where'd you learn to make biscuits anyway? Old family recipe? [He's had plenty of great biscuits during his time and plenty of dry, brittle, forgettable ones too. Like anything else, he imagines it's easy enough to make a passable one, but to make a good one that's soft and flaky and buttery, she's going to have to give him orders and be strict about him not fooling around with the dough.]
I eat out a lot. [Which means that sometimes he doesn't eat at all. If it wasn't for Sam checking in on him every once in a while and some of his routines, he'd probably go for days without even leaving the apartment.
Anyway, cooking for one is a chore, even if he could do it well.] Maybe you'll wean me off pizza three times a week. [He cracks a smile and ducks his head again, nestling in close.]