"Mon cher!" Sycamore poked his head into the room, eyes bright and hopeful. "Siebold! There you are. I was wondering, we're you busy at all? Did you have dinner plans for this evening, already?"
He isnāt surprised when Sycamore makes an appearance in the kitchens, eyes bright. Hopeful. He pauses in his work, already in the middle of preparing a meal for himself that evening. He turns to face the professor, his gaze level with his own.Ā
āAs you can see Iām preparing dinner. You may join me if you wish.ā













