06.Jan.19, 05:45 AM
R’dal watched as Misharan eagerly took a cookie and then seemed to live and talk about it. He watched with wide eyes and held breath and seemed to almost deflate when he couldn’t quite figure out the reaction. It didn’t seem horrible, which was a good thing as he didn’t have any desire to see his friend expire from bad baking, but it probably wasn’t amazing either since Misharan wasn’t glowing and raving about how it was. Did Mylorah actually make a good cookie this time? He loved his friends but he wasn’t about to risk an upset tummy so early in the day to find out for himself.
“Nah! Watching you enjoy them is treat enough for me,” it probably sounded like he was flirting though that wasn’t his intention. Not that he wouldn’t flirt with Misharan since he did like the man and was attracted to him, but R’dal knew he certainly wasn’t as skilled at smooth lines like some people he knew. Sometimes it felt like even normal conversations didn’t go his way, like his mess up with F’drel on the lake. At least he didn’t kill his friend and F’drel forgave him. That would have sucked if they became enemies!
R’dal giggled at the poke to his belly, finding it slightly ticklish. “Is that where you were going before I appeared?” He wasn’t really hungry, having had a late breakfast, but he’d tag along with Misharan on his mission to fill his belly all the same. Telgar had some talented people in their kitchens as well, so he’d likely end up stuffing himself pass the fill line anyway. “Mylorah made you a meal as well but you’ll likely have to heat it up and have it later.” It was probably better to have actual food first as well, just in case whatever she made wasn’t up to Misharan’s standards. He really should warn the man, but R’dal was feeling a bit mischievous that morning.
“Nah! Watching you enjoy them is treat enough for me,” it probably sounded like he was flirting though that wasn’t his intention. Not that he wouldn’t flirt with Misharan since he did like the man and was attracted to him, but R’dal knew he certainly wasn’t as skilled at smooth lines like some people he knew. Sometimes it felt like even normal conversations didn’t go his way, like his mess up with F’drel on the lake. At least he didn’t kill his friend and F’drel forgave him. That would have sucked if they became enemies!
R’dal giggled at the poke to his belly, finding it slightly ticklish. “Is that where you were going before I appeared?” He wasn’t really hungry, having had a late breakfast, but he’d tag along with Misharan on his mission to fill his belly all the same. Telgar had some talented people in their kitchens as well, so he’d likely end up stuffing himself pass the fill line anyway. “Mylorah made you a meal as well but you’ll likely have to heat it up and have it later.” It was probably better to have actual food first as well, just in case whatever she made wasn’t up to Misharan’s standards. He really should warn the man, but R’dal was feeling a bit mischievous that morning.