she paces the kitchen , feet padding lightly across a hardwood floor . it's been quiet for a minute or so as the voice on the television is the sole sound that fills the space between them . desdemona's concentration is fixated on the bowl she has cradled in her arm , stirring with the other and trying to keep count of how many passes the spoon makes around it . some time after hitting round fifty-two she can't help feeling a pair of eyes on her , glancing up ( still holding the number in her mind ) to meet the man's gaze . immediately , she finds herself smiling as he's softened from the setting sunlight that's creeping through the window behind him . ❝ what ? did'ya wanna lick the bowl ? ❞ teasing , she realizes that she hadn't even asked xander what his favorite dessert was , or cake , or if he even wants any of those . but she's been excited to try out this new recipe . to have an opinion of it that isn't her own . figures if he doesn't want it . . . more for her .
starter ! @triplexed
