boops their nose. smiles, and kisses it after. "love you."
the touch of a gloved finger to their nose and the gentle pressure behind the digit causes their neck to draw back & upward slightly from where it had angled to allow them view, uninterrupted, the salt relicanth in their hands. they'd only just taken it & begun to shred when silver entered -- and though a greeting had been issued, they'd been focused on their task...
... it seemed silver (rightfully) wished to change that.
pause is given as they look over, a glance offering wordless apology for the lack of proper greeting... and easily enough does silver lean in, landing a soft kiss right where he'd tapped a moment earlier. grusha's neck relaxes, allowing their forehead to press gently against their boyfriend's in a moment of lingering affection.
"love you, too... how'd it go today?" he'd been at the studio apartment, wholly invested in figuring out the new artform he'd recently picked up. it's as silver shifts that the leader straightens as well, eyes tracking silver's own as they focused on the veritable pile of vegetables which sat behind the cutting board closest to him / all waiting to be sliced...
onion, arbivola fruit, bell pepper (one each of green / yellow / red), and tomato berry; they sit alongside smoliv oil, vinegar, salt, and hard-boiled torchic eggs.
-- and they can practically feel the question / debate stirring within silver.
"yes, you're going to eat every vegetable you get. they're the main part of esqueixada, after all." the salt relicanth is lifted slightly, "this is just for a bit of protein, and texture." ( eh... ) "correction... it's a load of protein. but also an even bigger load of sodium, so you're drinking nothing but water tonight, too." no juice.
unprompted ask / accepting
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