OLIVER
Already without him saying that he agreed with any sort of recipe, Amalia already seemed to know exactly what to do, grabbing off ingredients and pulling them down. "That sounds fantastic! I'll try that, yeah." It also sounded super mysterious and seeing as Oliver wasn't exactly a top tier baker, he couldn't envision the taste of the dish based on what she was pulling down... could bakers even do that? Eh, anyways.
Making his way over to the counter, Oliver nods along and goes ahead and pulls on the flour. Carefully, he begins to measure it out, followed by the rest of the dry ingredients. Each one would be dumped down into the bowl. Due to his intense focus, his speech would be a bit slower than usual, but he could still multi-task decently well. "It was... pretty nice, yeah." A light hum and he begins to mix up the dry ingredients. "I don't know if you've met her, but I took Aisha with me... I took her in when she arrived and I guess she and I have somehow become close... Oh yeah, we stayed in the brothel." That last part should've been said first.... but eh. Who cares?
Making his way over to the counter, Oliver nods along and goes ahead and pulls on the flour. Carefully, he begins to measure it out, followed by the rest of the dry ingredients. Each one would be dumped down into the bowl. Due to his intense focus, his speech would be a bit slower than usual, but he could still multi-task decently well. "It was... pretty nice, yeah." A light hum and he begins to mix up the dry ingredients. "I don't know if you've met her, but I took Aisha with me... I took her in when she arrived and I guess she and I have somehow become close... Oh yeah, we stayed in the brothel." That last part should've been said first.... but eh. Who cares?
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
