the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
Drawn towards the aroma of warm chocolate like a bloodhound on a scent, Amhran of course finds himself padding downstairs on soft, bare feet to search it out. He'd been reading and journalling up in his room until that point, knowing better to partake in any noisy activities whilst Erebos was performing the sacred task of napping, and it's with an almost secretive expression on his face that he peeks around the corner of the kitchen doorframe.
Only to see Deimos creating whatever it is that's making such a heavenly scent. "Is that cocoa?" he wonders, voice soft as he straightens up and steps properly into the kitchen, pushing up the sleeves of his thick cableknit sweater. "It smells different to the stuff they sell out at the snowball fights and ice skating rinks." Drawing up to the counter and peeking into the saucepan, he tilts his head at the Sword with a small smile curling at his lips.
"Need any help?" Making it or drinking it, obviously.
Only to see Deimos creating whatever it is that's making such a heavenly scent. "Is that cocoa?" he wonders, voice soft as he straightens up and steps properly into the kitchen, pushing up the sleeves of his thick cableknit sweater. "It smells different to the stuff they sell out at the snowball fights and ice skating rinks." Drawing up to the counter and peeking into the saucepan, he tilts his head at the Sword with a small smile curling at his lips.
"Need any help?" Making it or drinking it, obviously.
