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The bickering can wait until I know what's in them. You know what I've told you about not spending money.

[And you will absolutely catch hell if you have. But that said, yes, come in if you're going to.]

It's early; not interested in wasting time, I take it.

I definitely heard you say something along those lines.

[Heard doesn't equate to actually listening, but let's not get into that just yet! He'll place those bags down by the door; one of them clearly has clothes and some other necessities (including four Pokéballs!), but the two others look to be full of...ingredients? How mysterious....]

Now, why should we wait? There are five full days before Iris appears and I intend to make use of all of them.

Fair enough, seeing as I'm feeling at least somewhat more amenable to it now.

[...there is decidedly less desire to stab someone! he is back at approximately the normal levels of disliking people, which are still...an entire thing on their own, but at least there's much less desire to stab.]

Sanguis was...interesting, this time around.

[Sycamore was about to start pulling things out of one of the grocery bags, but that comment quickly draws his attention back to Lysandre; straightening up, he moves over and runs a gentle hand down his cheek.]

All gone now, though? You look handsome as always.

[He insists you would've looked handsome as always even with the scales, but...you know. Sanguis 'increased desire to stab someone' moon probably wasn't the ideal period to argue the point.]

...it was more intense this time, though, wasn't it? I admit, I was a bit concerned.

It was, though it did me the basic courtesy of not becoming completely unmanageable. Even if it did me the utter disservice of affecting my face.

[HE'S STILL ANNOYED ABOUT THAT.]

Hopefully you weren't too worried.

Chatting to you definitely helped.

[Cute messages, by the way. The memory makes him smile, as he turns back to that grocery bag, shuffling around in it.]

But we will get through these difficult periods together, mon cheri! At least we don't really need to be separated during Iris. Provided you don't mind me turning into a character from a bad adult film, of course.

[Aha! This is the correct bag, as Sycamore has pulled out a bag of flour in a...a manner that seems incredibly excited for just a bag of flour.]

I want to talk about that at some point, but not until we have eaten! I trust you haven't, like I said?

You did tell me not to.

[...augustine, why.]

Dare I ask what you're so excited about, in that regard?

Why, it's quite simple.

[And he'll pick up that bag, ready to march to the kitchen!]

I'm making us crêpes, Kalosian style! You can handle the coffee. Shall we head to the kitchen?

[yes, yes, come on- ]

As though I would say no to that - perhaps I'm biased, but nowhere in this place makes them correctly. Though it's hardly for want of trying, I suppose...

[Right! He'll place that bag on the counter and start to unpack it...]

Oh? So that's the secret to getting around your rules, is it? Offer to make you Kalosian food?

[...but not before shooting you a sly look.]

I'll keep that in mind!

[Oh, he's noticed.]

It won't get you around all of them, mind you.

[Eggs, flour, milk, sugar...]

I'm happy to take a win where I can. Besides! I've got the entire Cordis period to work out how to get around the others.

[....ah, the 'lemons'! The closest thing he could find to Nomel berries, here. He's particularly proud of these.

(That last sentence was absolutely punctuated by a wink, of course).]

Don't count on managing.

[...That said, the...the fruit, right, that's. ...God, they all look so weird.]

...I am never going to get used to the fruit here. Most things seem to have some sort of equivalent, and then there are others that are just completely incorrect.

[CLEARLY, IT'S THE FRUIT THAT IS WRONG.]

[They'll clearly have to put in a complaint to Lunatia's manager!]

Bizarre, is it not? I'm assuming you'd be able to find plenty of these 'lemons' in 'Paris'. Either way, I'm confident they will suit our purposes!

[Don't ask him how he worked out that they'd be the best....it involved taking a bite out one in front of a horrified vendor...]

Now, where can I find pans, and the like? I promise I won't completely rearrange your kitchen.

[......maybe.]

[...DID YOU PEEL IT FIRST OR DID YOU JUST DECIDE THAT BITING THE RIND WAS A GREAT IDEA- ]

They're...

[...In a cabinet he'll have a way easier time reaching than you, in hindsight, let him...get that...]

If anything, we may have to rearrange some things, if you plan on doing this frequently.

[NO COMMENT.]

I mean, I'm more than happy to watch you fetching things for me.

[....you really are so tall, aren't you....it hits a bit differently, now.]

Perhaps, but I assume we'd like to actually get cooking done sometime in the near future.

[Oh my god, have your pan.]

As it stands, not everything is going to be out of your reach, I promise.

[Yes, he's definitely laughing as he accepts that pan...]

I hope not, or next time I'll have to bring a stool! I'm not used to being the short one.

[Right, time to begin with these eggs and the (definitely not Moomoo) milk...also, don't you dare leave this kitchen, he's having too much fun flirting with you.]

But I'm sure I'll get used to it. Pass me a bowl, won't you?

I'd imagine you aren't, though I'm obviously a terrible gauge of where "average" is...

[The most he's really aware of is that literally all of his female dates have been able to wear heels if they want to, regardless of their height.]

That said, keep this up and I'll make you climb on the counter eventually.

[Not that he's complaining too much. Take this.]

Is that a threat or a promise?

[Thank you for that bowl, though, smarmy commentary aside; at least Sycamore is capable of successfully puzzling out where a whisk might be stored! He'll lean against the counter while he uses said whisk, so he can face you for a little while.]

I do hope we can do this a bit, though. I haven't seen too much of your domestic side! Or, well...not in this manner, anyway.

[You know....all....romantic-like. Not quite the same as being roommates!]

...Admittedly, I haven't cultivated much of one. So it's hardly as though you've been missing out on much...

[He has not dated seriously in a really long time, um.]

I'll work it out eventually, I'm sure. I've always been a quick study.

[...ah. Oh, well, that's a bit cute, isn't it. Let him give you a light pat on the chest.

...don't worry, his hand is clean. No egg or milk residue!]

It's all right, mon cheri. I'll teach you. You've always enjoyed learning from me, no?

I'll be looking forward to it.

[The contact is nice, as is the fact that it's egg-free.]

You'll certainly have more than enough opportunity.

I'm glad to hear it.

[As much as he'd like to keep up that (egg-free!) contact, he can't make these crêpes one-handed...back to the counter it is! Time to start mixing the dry ingredients.]

Like you said, however, I doubt I'll need to put much effort in. If you can manage Mega Evolution, you can manage this!

I sometimes still can't believe I managed Mega Evolution at all, to be honest. It had been something I had wanted for so long...

[He's still pleased with it, in a somewhat understated sort of way.]

It's good to know you have faith that I'll do as well with this. Even if I do think you have a bit too much of that, at times.

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