“Ah, well if that’s the case, then you’re definitely not a weirdo either. Otherwise, you wouldn’t know. Am I right?” Kordelya cheekily grinned, hoping to playfully catch him out. Truth be told, he could be, but as much as she was wary of people, there was something about him that told her otherwise. At least, not the type of weirdo that she’d see on the news.
Her face relaxed a little, before she nodded, pursing her lips. “Yes, well attempted. I followed a recipe online, and I’m telling you, making the paste was totally the worst part!” She eyed him carefully, once again delaying the inevitable consumption she’d thrust upon him, and realised this would be more of a challenge than she thought.
Throwing the rag over her shoulder, she exited around the counter, until she was stood directly in front of him. Reaching for one of the bear claws, she snapped the pastry in half, not minding the small crumbly mess it had made on the floor below, and extended one half out to him. “Together?” She smiled, bearing her teeth, as she waved the bear claw in front of him. “Tell you what, whichever one of us doesn’t throw up, has to hold the other person’s hair.”
"Not an axe wielding one, at least." Minu knew himself, that in the grand scheme of things, he probably was a 'weirdo' by most people's standards. He lived a largely unconventional life and had less than reputable ties to his name. But, the one thing he didn't want to be seen as, was dangerous. Minu was a lot of things, but it was important to him that he was not someone who did terrible things.
"They look fine to me." He reassured, more than happy to turn the focus to the food and away from himself. "Too hard on yourself." He muttered, looking over them. They looked a lot better than most of the things he'd managed to cook, and he'd still eaten those. As far as he was concerned, these were a success. "Look fine." As she moved closer to him, his instinctive urge was to step back, put space between them. But, he only managed about a half a step before the wall brushed his arm and made him pause. He stayed almost bolt still until she offered out the spare half of the bear claw. He took it, gingerly, hold it awkwardly in hopes that if he stalled long enough, she'd eat first. "I don't think you want to hold my hair." He offered a small smile, "Luckily for you, I've a strong stomach. And, emergency hair ties." He gave a small nod forward, trying to encourage her to go ahead. "Chef first."
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