[ Raspberries make you an aggressive jerk? That's awful, and he wrinkles his nose accordingly at the thought. That's honestly just rude, as are most things that have to do with toying with food. Come to think of it, Sansa had said something similar about lemons effecting her strangely... and he'd given her a whole bunch of them along with some lemon cakes. That's just unfortunate... also he feels a touch bad about inadvertently contributing. ]
Sometimes I greatly dislike how food isn't always just 'food' here.
[ He lets them lapse into a bit of a silence though, leaning his elbows on the counter and propping his chin up on his hands to just he watch as he stirs and the mashed strawberries begin to slowly bubble. It's a comfortable silence, and the smell of the fruit reduction and the not-donuts in the oven beginning to puff and bake is... quite honestly heaven, but ultimately extremely disarming. And his eyes hood slightly, thoughtfully; like his thoughts have drifted somewhere else. Lulled into a more peaceable, disarmed manner than he often is. ]
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Sometimes I greatly dislike how food isn't always just 'food' here.
[ He lets them lapse into a bit of a silence though, leaning his elbows on the counter and propping his chin up on his hands to just he watch as he stirs and the mashed strawberries begin to slowly bubble. It's a comfortable silence, and the smell of the fruit reduction and the not-donuts in the oven beginning to puff and bake is... quite honestly heaven, but ultimately extremely disarming. And his eyes hood slightly, thoughtfully; like his thoughts have drifted somewhere else. Lulled into a more peaceable, disarmed manner than he often is. ]
Ne, Viktor... Could I ask you something?