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...
[...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.
[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?
[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!]
[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!
[Dry ingredients are in a bowl together (he worked out where to find them, as much as he'd love to watch you fetching them for him...), which gives Sycamore an excuse to turn back around as he mixes them together.
With a knowing smile, of course.]
I always knew you'd work it out eventually. The faith, regardless of amount, isn't up for discussion! If anything, the fact that you did achieve Mega Evolution just proves me right. Don't you think?
[Right, time to let the batter rest while the pan heats up! Which is good, because this seems like an excellent time to be able to face you properly. Smiling, of course!]
That's a brave thing to say before you've seen the way I'm going to react to you performing Mega Evolution, you know.
[But that's not...quite as teasing as it could be. Heh.]
...I appreciate it, though. Keep talking like that and I'll assume you like them!
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Ah, but that's not a strange thing to assume now, is it? My goodness. I might blush, Lysandre!
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[...augustine, why.]
Dare I ask what you're so excited about, in that regard?
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[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?
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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...
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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!
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It won't get you around all of them, mind you.
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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).]
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[...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.]
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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.]
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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.
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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.]
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[Oh my god, have your pan.]
As it stands, not everything is going to be out of your reach, I promise.
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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?
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[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.]
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[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!]
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[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.
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...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?
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[The contact is nice, as is the fact that it's egg-free.]
You'll certainly have more than enough opportunity.
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[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!
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[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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[Dry ingredients are in a bowl together (he worked out where to find them, as much as he'd love to watch you fetching them for him...), which gives Sycamore an excuse to turn back around as he mixes them together.
With a knowing smile, of course.]
I always knew you'd work it out eventually. The faith, regardless of amount, isn't up for discussion! If anything, the fact that you did achieve Mega Evolution just proves me right. Don't you think?
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[Okay, wet ingredients slowly going into dry....should probably start heating up the pan...]
I'll apologise in advance for my reaction, because it's probably going to be embarrassing. But it comes from a good place.
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That's a brave thing to say before you've seen the way I'm going to react to you performing Mega Evolution, you know.
[But that's not...quite as teasing as it could be. Heh.]
...I appreciate it, though. Keep talking like that and I'll assume you like them!
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Ah, but that's not a strange thing to assume now, is it? My goodness. I might blush, Lysandre!
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[Among all the...everything else. Yes. Anyway.]
Besides, I've always appreciated the enthusiasm.
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