As Seren took Saiden's hand, he couldn't help but grin fondly at her. Offering no resistance, he let her tug him into the house, and then into the kitchen. "I'm a cook! How could I resist letting you bring me to your kitchen." It came out in an almost silly tone, though he did give the space a once over, noting what he liked and disliked about it.
Shrugging off his pack, he set it down on the large table. "I don't know. What type of lantern do you want to make?" Reaching into the bag, he pulled out paper and paint, and all the tools needed to shape it (though he kept those carefully out of her reach for now). Putting his hands on his hips, he beamed down at her.
Shrugging off his pack, he set it down on the large table. "I don't know. What type of lantern do you want to make?" Reaching into the bag, he pulled out paper and paint, and all the tools needed to shape it (though he kept those carefully out of her reach for now). Putting his hands on his hips, he beamed down at her.
