"Old man!" he repeated dramatically, placing a hand over his heart and looking beseechingly to Isuma for pity. "What cruel barbs from such a beautiful rose!" But he said it with a wink and a laugh for both of the ladies in his life and Amalia's teasing mention of Rory brought a flash of an unexpectedly shy grin to his face. "Would he? You might be the only one who could get away with it," he demurred, busying himself with preparing for the baking to come, though there was an undeniably pleased look about him as he did so.
"That's a lovely apron, though! Did Rexanna make it?" he asked curiously as they finished their preparations and took their places at the counter. His mobile expression fell into lines of respectful listening as Amalia began her lesson, and he added the butter first before pouring the sugar on top of it, noting how much of both were used before he slid the bowl over to his friend so she could demonstrate how to cream the mixture with the peculiar tool she had produced. "Air? What for?" His question was genuine, blue eyes alight with the eager pursuit of new information as he studied her technique.
"That's a lovely apron, though! Did Rexanna make it?" he asked curiously as they finished their preparations and took their places at the counter. His mobile expression fell into lines of respectful listening as Amalia began her lesson, and he added the butter first before pouring the sugar on top of it, noting how much of both were used before he slid the bowl over to his friend so she could demonstrate how to cream the mixture with the peculiar tool she had produced. "Air? What for?" His question was genuine, blue eyes alight with the eager pursuit of new information as he studied her technique.
