While the soup cooked and the salad came together he collected small plates and bowls and cutlery into one carefully-balanced pile to set the table with - once the 'mouse' had been shooed away, of course! "A whole ass luxere??" The courier was impressed! "Goin' from a mouse to a luxere is pretty fuckin' huge, Alys!" He snorted as he laid out the dishes. "'Slowly' my ass. You're doin' amazin'!" He might not have magic of his own but one of his sisters did and he knew exactly how hard and long Dierdre had trained to upgrade her water magic's abilities from where she'd started, barely able to make a ripple in a glass of water.
He finished setting the last spoon just right, positioning it with his strange, fussy perfection so out of place with his usual scruffy appearance just as Alys was wrapping up the salad. He wrinkled his nose at the bowl, sniffing it with exaggerated wariness. "I dunno... maybe we should start with dessert, just t'be on th'safe side..." But then he snagged a fork and popped a mouthful of greens and veggies in his mouth, chewing with a look of intense concentration until he swallowed. The thoughtful scowl descended upon his features as he glared down at the salad before growling: "Bah! It's great. Guess dessert'll have t'wait after all." And he tried to shoot Alys a mock-glare, as if it was all her fault for making them wait for the sweets at the end!
He finished setting the last spoon just right, positioning it with his strange, fussy perfection so out of place with his usual scruffy appearance just as Alys was wrapping up the salad. He wrinkled his nose at the bowl, sniffing it with exaggerated wariness. "I dunno... maybe we should start with dessert, just t'be on th'safe side..." But then he snagged a fork and popped a mouthful of greens and veggies in his mouth, chewing with a look of intense concentration until he swallowed. The thoughtful scowl descended upon his features as he glared down at the salad before growling: "Bah! It's great. Guess dessert'll have t'wait after all." And he tried to shoot Alys a mock-glare, as if it was all her fault for making them wait for the sweets at the end!
