" broooownieeeeeeee. " came the voice of the loud food soul, walking into the kitchen with two baskets full of ingredients. somehow cleverly balancing two in both of his arms. tempura found an empty spot to set them down on. " i went gathering like you had asked, did i do a good job? " he's weak for praise. please praise him. he's a good boy--
As usual, Brownie had been polishing the silverware and cleaning the dishes to ensure no spot would be seen for the customers that would come in. Once Tempura had shouted (at least in Brownie’s ears it sounded like that) his name, the aspiring butler would turn toward the other food soul and stare in surprise at the baskets of ingredients he had gathered. Brownie had only asked him to gather a few ingredients and had really only expected him to return with one basket, but to see him balancing two was a bit of a surprise.
“Ah–”
He starts, surprise still evident in his expression and his actions as he slowly sets down the plate he had been polishing just to take a look at what he had brought back. A brief inspection with just a few looks gave Brownie the impression that Tempura had made sure to at least pick the ones that looked suitable for what they needed them for.
After a moment of silence from him and eager anticipation from Tempura, the smaller food soul would turn toward the other with a small smile. He can see that the other is wanting the praise, and Brownie knows well that Tempura enjoys being told that he did a good job. If there were ever a time that Brownie didn’t enjoy seeing Tempura, it was only after he had to scold him for something he did wrong.
At least this time he could praise him properly.
“These look like they will be perfect for the master attendant to use.” A tilt of his head would make the smile a little bit bigger. “You did a great job, Tempura.”
You’re a very good boy, Tempura. || @scikyo
