Handwriting of the Precursors

"You go ahead and do that," He shakes his head a bit at the remaining thoughts of them. "I wish to immerse myself in the proper ideals of baking. I am thinking something with vanilla and cinnamon... Would you like whatever it is I might make when you get back from showing those two what's what?" 

"You’ve clearly not watched the episode have you? I doubt the neurotoxin would infect the ingredients, since most of the came in sealed packages from a supermarket. Perhaps you would care to educate yourself? I could link you to the video, it’s rather entertaining. Heh-heh."

Hermann tilts his head from side to side, looking curious. "No, I have not seen it. It was probably before my time, or at least during a time when I was not into watching television and focused on my studies." He wags his tails slowly and leans in, "I'd like to see this. The way you speak of it, it must be terrible."

"That would be lovely!" Shiro nodded. She didn’t really expect that, but it would be nice anyway.

He nods and makes a mental note of that. "I'll get them to you... Whenever. Baking for friends is much better than baking for self," he explains. "Which... I have been doing a lot of lately. It helps me feel happier about things." 

Hermann peeks in Newt’s room and looks at him. His look turns to a worried one and he scurries over and crouches next to the bed, just looking at his friend.

"Hello Newton," he says. "Are you sick?" He reaches out to touch him very lightly, "Oh... You're very cold." His look goes from mildly worried to very worried. 

"Oh, it’s quite alright, but again, thank you." Shiro decides to sit down as well, still munching on her own macaroon. "Hrm. Chocolate with cherry has always been a personal favorite of mine." 

"Would you like me to try and make something like that for you?" he cocks his head.

Hermann peeks in Newt's room and looks at him. His look turns to a worried one and he scurries over and crouches next to the bed, just looking at his friend.

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Shiro’s at least glad this made him happy. “You’re welcome.” When she was offered one, her smile grew brighter. “Really? Thanks.” Shiro takes the macaroon and bites into it. She hasn’t had one in a long time. 

"It would be rude to eat in front of you after all," he says as he has a few more. "Mmm. Strawberry. I like that flavor." He sits down, crossing his legs and setting the box out in front of him. "What's your favorite flavor?" 

"Ah, good!" She smiles at him. "Me and Elizabeth decided to buy you some." She hands Hermann a box of macaroons.

Hermann's eyes light up (literally, they glow at the moment) as he takes the box. "Thank you so much!" he gurgles happily and then takes one, and offers her one. "You deserve one as well! I do not mind sharing." 

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