You win a lot, but you lose just a little bit more than you gained in the end
Hearing the tease from Bastien had a brow rising, a scandalized look on Nate's face. "I never thought you'd stoop to getting your information from rumours!" He teases back, settling into the makeshift seats the Guild master had set out for them.
When he'd been taught to cook, it had been in a hot, hot kitchen, with an overbearing presence and a wooden spoon hovering over his back. He'd been told it would be worth it one day, seeing the joy of something he'd made spread over someone else's face, and for the first time, he saw it, in the joy on Bastien's. "Now you're just flattering me." Nate hums easily, waiting for the other man to take the first dough ball, the first bite.
And once the other man had taken his bite, Nate digs in, his mouth full when a compliment comes his way. He can't choke, can't really taste the food, so he simply swallows down the too big bite and aims a bright smile at his dinner companion. "I'm not nearly that good." He protests, hands up. "I'm glad you like them though."
When he'd been taught to cook, it had been in a hot, hot kitchen, with an overbearing presence and a wooden spoon hovering over his back. He'd been told it would be worth it one day, seeing the joy of something he'd made spread over someone else's face, and for the first time, he saw it, in the joy on Bastien's. "Now you're just flattering me." Nate hums easily, waiting for the other man to take the first dough ball, the first bite.
And once the other man had taken his bite, Nate digs in, his mouth full when a compliment comes his way. He can't choke, can't really taste the food, so he simply swallows down the too big bite and aims a bright smile at his dinner companion. "I'm not nearly that good." He protests, hands up. "I'm glad you like them though."
NATE
