22.Apr.13, 02:32 PM
"Well, food quality aside," I'shan said, pointing his fork at Seijin and smirking teasingly. "If someone goes through the trouble of making someone a meal and feeding them like this, the person being fed doesn't have much right to complain," he said. People so rarely did these sorts of things for him, how could he complain? The fact that the food was good and refreshingly different from his own work was more than welcome, too. I'shan loved his own cooking, but he was tired of never having anything else.
"Anyhow, you have nothing to stress over. This is good! Who taught you how to cook?" he asked. He'd learned from his mother, but he didn't much feel like talking about it right then. He missed her so much, even to this day. He thought about her every time he started a meal. That always made the birthday meal a little bittersweet, and that was something he didn't have to worry about this year.
Once he was finished, he dropped his fork dramaticallyand pushed his chair back, flashing a bright grin at the young greenrider. "Thank you..." he said, this time a little less enthusiastic but a little more sincere. Of course, his previous thanks had been sincere, but this one came with a bit more thought as he emerged from the haze of nostalgia he'd been wrapped in for the last few minutes.
"It means a lot."
He rose to his feet and stretched, still only half-grounded in realty. He'd made a big deal about not talking about his mother, but here he was eulogizing her to himself. What a mess I am...
After a second of silence, he beamed again. "So! Cake...?"
Outside, Ilveriath purred softly. He reached out gently to his bonded to find him happier than he expected...a pleasant surprise indeed.
"Anyhow, you have nothing to stress over. This is good! Who taught you how to cook?" he asked. He'd learned from his mother, but he didn't much feel like talking about it right then. He missed her so much, even to this day. He thought about her every time he started a meal. That always made the birthday meal a little bittersweet, and that was something he didn't have to worry about this year.
Once he was finished, he dropped his fork dramaticallyand pushed his chair back, flashing a bright grin at the young greenrider. "Thank you..." he said, this time a little less enthusiastic but a little more sincere. Of course, his previous thanks had been sincere, but this one came with a bit more thought as he emerged from the haze of nostalgia he'd been wrapped in for the last few minutes.
"It means a lot."
He rose to his feet and stretched, still only half-grounded in realty. He'd made a big deal about not talking about his mother, but here he was eulogizing her to himself. What a mess I am...
After a second of silence, he beamed again. "So! Cake...?"
Outside, Ilveriath purred softly. He reached out gently to his bonded to find him happier than he expected...a pleasant surprise indeed.