26.Jan.14, 10:30 PM
"Oh...Don't worry about them! They're just brats!" I'shan said dismissively, brushing the flitters aside as he reached for the bag. The cookies sure smelled good! He could already catch little whiffs escaping from the bag, though he was certain they weren't hot anymore. That was a lovely sign, for them to be so delicately aromatic even now! "They sure smell good. What are they made with?" he asked as he popped the bag open and removed one of them. He sniffed it lightly and, without waiting for an answer, shoved the whole thing in his mouth. He may have had an extensive home cooking background, but he sure as shards didn't bother to savor when he'd gone so long (it felt) without something decent to eat!
He popped a second one into his mouth before commenting. "Wow, those are really good," he crooned, utterly pleased. "They're so smooth and light," he chimed. "Perfect. You'e going to have to tell me how you made these!" he said. He grinned, eyes sparkling with interest as he awaited the greenrider's response.
"You know," he went on quickly, barely giving the other man any time to reply. "...We could trade recipes. I'm not the best baker, but I could offer you something else. My mom taught me how to make all sorts of things..."
There was a time when a comment like this would have trailed off into a long tangent about his mother. I'shan had slowly some to realize as he aged that she was not the saintly woman he believed her to be when he was young, so this time, he stopped short. Just this once, it could be about himself...not about her. He quickly covered the brief look of doubt with a wide, enthusiastic smile.
"What do you need? Soups, meat preparations, bread...? Just you wait till I can walk again! I'll fatten you right up."
Oh, did that sound a little naughty? Whoops. The bluerider gave a shy but unapologetic little laugh.
He popped a second one into his mouth before commenting. "Wow, those are really good," he crooned, utterly pleased. "They're so smooth and light," he chimed. "Perfect. You'e going to have to tell me how you made these!" he said. He grinned, eyes sparkling with interest as he awaited the greenrider's response.
"You know," he went on quickly, barely giving the other man any time to reply. "...We could trade recipes. I'm not the best baker, but I could offer you something else. My mom taught me how to make all sorts of things..."
There was a time when a comment like this would have trailed off into a long tangent about his mother. I'shan had slowly some to realize as he aged that she was not the saintly woman he believed her to be when he was young, so this time, he stopped short. Just this once, it could be about himself...not about her. He quickly covered the brief look of doubt with a wide, enthusiastic smile.
"What do you need? Soups, meat preparations, bread...? Just you wait till I can walk again! I'll fatten you right up."
Oh, did that sound a little naughty? Whoops. The bluerider gave a shy but unapologetic little laugh.