
He idly sits across from her, slowly sipping at his drink- Doing his best to keep
up with this quiet, calm ‘weirder’ act, while in the background he was desperately
searching for a comeback to her statement. He can’t take a comment like that
without returning the favor in some form…
❝ Maybe your cooking has finally broken me.. ❞
His voice remained calm and collected, even sad at some points..
She wasn’t allowed to get away with that, not without a blow at her…