"Kinda burned my tongue real bad tryin' to eat 'em too soon," Tal admitted sheepishly. "Couldn't taste much for a couple days after." That first bite? Totally worth it, though. Even if after that the only flavor was 'painful burning.'
Ironically, eggs he was fine with. He would have been perfectly safe in charge of those, but he dumped in the sugar a little haphazardly before getting to work with a great deal more enthusiasm than skill. Which, luckily, was all creaming butter really needed. "Yeah! I mean-- he's okay," Tal tamped his enthusiasm down as soon as he realized what he was doing, trying to sound nonchalant instead.
Talk of the dead was a hell of a damper on the conversation, but Tal had offered to listen and he'd meant it. He nodded, unsure of what else to say. He held out the bowl for the flour and went back to mixing as he thought about it, a scowl beetling his brows. "I mean... do you want to talk to him right now?"
Ironically, eggs he was fine with. He would have been perfectly safe in charge of those, but he dumped in the sugar a little haphazardly before getting to work with a great deal more enthusiasm than skill. Which, luckily, was all creaming butter really needed. "Yeah! I mean-- he's okay," Tal tamped his enthusiasm down as soon as he realized what he was doing, trying to sound nonchalant instead.
Talk of the dead was a hell of a damper on the conversation, but Tal had offered to listen and he'd meant it. He nodded, unsure of what else to say. He held out the bowl for the flour and went back to mixing as he thought about it, a scowl beetling his brows. "I mean... do you want to talk to him right now?"
