I suppose that makes sense, [ she concedes. since he's already holding that fork, she takes up the one she'd brought along, tines poised over a section of the cake. though she is clearly waiting for him to take the first bite. ]
[Once Haise has reclaimed his seat, he wields his plastic fork to collect a modest bite of the cake for himself. He believes that Olivia will understand it hasn't anything to do with how he views her culinary ability — he always takes such cautious, dainty bites of food.
It remains surreal to him that he can indulge in things like this, even all this time later]
[ she watches him, her attention so rapt that it's quite obvious she is just as tentative and hopeful about this experience as he is. after letting him chew and swallow, she can no longer hold back her curiosity, leaning in with wide eyes. ]
[After being poked, prodded, and examined for weeks by Sieglinde, it's no longer something Haise notices quite as pointedly. Not that he isn't aware of the attention, yielding an embarrassed hunch of his shoulders, but it's far from something he minds.
He'd always been eager to see if his subordinates had liked what he prepared for them, too]
It's very good.
[And he's glad to be able to report that]
Pleasant texture...and I don't have to worry about knowing what it tastes like.
[A little humor at his own expense, there, but it's light]
[He can't help grinning in return; it's good to see Olivia look so happy]
Ah, if you wouldn't mind... I'd be happy to give it a go, myself.
[A pause, and his expression sobers just a little]
Though I'm sure it won't be quite the same as the original. [Different hands, after all] I'll have to see if I can come up with a good recipe to give you in return.
[ if she notices the shift in expression, she does not draw attention to it. ]
That would be lovely, Haise. [ here, she finally takes a bite of her own. the taste itself is quite sharp, having only just acquainted herself with coffee just recently, but she finds she does not particularly mind it. ]
We can make a routine of it~ [ like recipe-swapping buddies!
she helps herself to another bite before glancing around once more. ]
I should really leave you to your work now... I fear I've distracted you long enough. [ more like his coworkers, but... ]
[Haise casts a glance around, himself, although it's far from necessary. He collects another small bite of food with his fork, popping that into his mouth with a hum. It's honestly the first time he's been able to eat cake and actually taste what's in it, as someone else would.
Funny, how he'd never thought to try this.
Once he's finished, though, he sets his fork down to grab a post-it note and jot something down]
But a routine sounds nice... Let me start you off with something...
[His handwriting is tidy, though the small piece of paper only allows for so much room. It doesn't take him long to write out a recipe for something sweet and pink like someone he knows]
[ olivia leans over curiously when he begins to write, some of her long hair falling over a shoulder and onto his desk in the process. when he hands the small paper to her, she holds it between both hands like it were some sacred treasure just bestowed upon her person. ]
I don't know if I've ever had any, [ she confesses, still quite in awe. ] But I am excited to try them now!
[ she beams at him as she stands, carefully tucking the piece of paper into her little pouch. ]
Thank you, Haise! I will let you know as soon as I have.
[He says with a sunny smile, collecting his folders. Paperwork awaits his review, far more than he might've expected when he first got here. But the reports have been pouring in, between legitimate cases and fits of paranoia among the citizenry.
How strange to think it wasn't this bad back home]
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I suppose that makes sense, [ she concedes. since he's already holding that fork, she takes up the one she'd brought along, tines poised over a section of the cake. though she is clearly waiting for him to take the first bite. ]
I hope you aren't working yourself too hard...
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[Once Haise has reclaimed his seat, he wields his plastic fork to collect a modest bite of the cake for himself. He believes that Olivia will understand it hasn't anything to do with how he views her culinary ability — he always takes such cautious, dainty bites of food.
It remains surreal to him that he can indulge in things like this, even all this time later]
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...What do you think?
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He'd always been eager to see if his subordinates had liked what he prepared for them, too]
It's very good.
[And he's glad to be able to report that]
Pleasant texture...and I don't have to worry about knowing what it tastes like.
[A little humor at his own expense, there, but it's light]
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Ah! Is it truly? Oh, I had hoped it would be.
[ she bounces a little in her seat, her muted form of a victory dance. ]
I've said the recipe on a piece of paper, should you ever wish to make it for yourself one day. [ hashtag baking buddies... ]
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Ah, if you wouldn't mind... I'd be happy to give it a go, myself.
[A pause, and his expression sobers just a little]
Though I'm sure it won't be quite the same as the original. [Different hands, after all] I'll have to see if I can come up with a good recipe to give you in return.
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That would be lovely, Haise. [ here, she finally takes a bite of her own. the taste itself is quite sharp, having only just acquainted herself with coffee just recently, but she finds she does not particularly mind it. ]
We can make a routine of it~ [ like recipe-swapping buddies!
she helps herself to another bite before glancing around once more. ]
I should really leave you to your work now... I fear I've distracted you long enough. [ more like his coworkers, but... ]
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[Haise casts a glance around, himself, although it's far from necessary. He collects another small bite of food with his fork, popping that into his mouth with a hum. It's honestly the first time he's been able to eat cake and actually taste what's in it, as someone else would.
Funny, how he'd never thought to try this.
Once he's finished, though, he sets his fork down to grab a post-it note and jot something down]
But a routine sounds nice... Let me start you off with something...
[His handwriting is tidy, though the small piece of paper only allows for so much room. It doesn't take him long to write out a recipe for something sweet and pink like someone he knows]
I hope you like tea cakes.
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I don't know if I've ever had any, [ she confesses, still quite in awe. ] But I am excited to try them now!
[ she beams at him as she stands, carefully tucking the piece of paper into her little pouch. ]
Thank you, Haise! I will let you know as soon as I have.
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[He says with a sunny smile, collecting his folders. Paperwork awaits his review, far more than he might've expected when he first got here. But the reports have been pouring in, between legitimate cases and fits of paranoia among the citizenry.
How strange to think it wasn't this bad back home]
Thank you again for the cake.
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[ and she knows he knows she means it. ]