🍙+ also hands them some homemade hawaiian pizza from a recipe he found online
feed the raccoonㅤㅤ∘ ˚ ( accepting )
ㅤㅤ" —wait. ...you can just do that? make pizza at home, i mean? "ㅤtaking the offered slice into their hands, byan stares at it almost dumbfounded. it seems obvious in hindsight — pizza is as much a meal as anything else, so why wouldn't you be able to make your own? ...they're used to considering it more of a delicacy, they suppose. a rare treat limited to birthday parties and the odd end of the year celebration back in elementary school. the concept of being able to buy all the ingredients and make one in your own home has just... never occurred to them before.
warmth flushing their cheeks now as the stupidity of their question sinks in, they keep their sights set on the pizza, raising it to their lips to take a bite. it's a smart move, because the taste of it has them immediately bouncing back from their embarrassment, sitting up taller in their seat, brows raising and eyes shining.
ㅤㅤ" god, sunny... what the hell, you're gonna ruin me for all my favourite foods at this rate. not gonna be able t' eat anythin' unless you cook it 'cause it just ain't gonna be the same. "ㅤnot that they're complaining in the slightest; the pizza is incredible. it's almost more of a playful warning than anything else, that they'll become entirely dependant on him to feed them if he keeps this up. shaking their head, byan dives in for another bite, body wiggling in an odd sort of little happy dance as the flavour hits their tongue all over again.
ㅤㅤ" fuuuuck, this is good. beats the absolute hell outta any pizza joint i've ever eaten at. —y'sure that coffee's your passion? 'cause we could open a hella successful restaurant of our own with this shit, i ain't even jokin'. "