“Mm… Perhaps… Perhaps not!” He responded with a small awkward shrug, brows raised at what may or may not have been a smirk on his friends part. Ah, well… He was fine with being a source of amusement in this case. Likewise, he was trying to put some of the seriousness behind him now that time had passed since his return. Plus… It wasn’t as if she were completely wrong.
“I confess, it is an odd mental image to try to put together…?” But the pizza had captured his interest, and it didn’t take him long to take a slice for his plate for sampling. Absentmindedly listening to her explanation as he eyed it thoughtfully. She seemed to be brushing the suggestion off… But he was pretty sure that, expert or not, it was going to be delicious. It was already leaps and bounds better than anything he or Rhy could make. As much as they were trying to get better at that. Llewellyn showing the least improvement on that front. So he took a bite, getting the distinct feeling she was waiting to find out if it was as good as he guessed.
And it was delicious! A pleased, enthusiastic hum escaping at the flavour. “I uh- hate to argue, but I believe you are at least an expert at making them, compared to many pizzas I’ve had in the past. Clearly, you absorbed more than you realized.” He responded with a small shake of his head, offering a small grin. How did people do this? How did they make something that tasted so good?
Llewellyn, if he were the sort to gossip about a friend, would have offered that Ivy was probably right. But he wasn’t, and though concerned, he respected Aerith’s privacy on that front… Unless it was directly tied to someone else. So he instead nodded in agreement with Ivy’s next comment. “Nor have I, at least not for quite some time…? It’s… Rather nice to see everyone gathered like this.” Jack hadn’t done parties after he got married to protect his ‘cover,’ and then Milo…? Milo had liked things a little more opulent and far from low-key. Then the rest had more or less… decided who the ‘in group’ was, and he hadn’t made the cut by the way things had fallen outside work.
So being included now, with his friends and in a setting a little less uncomfortable, was a nice way to ease back in.
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“I confess, it is an odd mental image to try to put together…?” But the pizza had captured his interest, and it didn’t take him long to take a slice for his plate for sampling. Absentmindedly listening to her explanation as he eyed it thoughtfully. She seemed to be brushing the suggestion off… But he was pretty sure that, expert or not, it was going to be delicious. It was already leaps and bounds better than anything he or Rhy could make. As much as they were trying to get better at that. Llewellyn showing the least improvement on that front. So he took a bite, getting the distinct feeling she was waiting to find out if it was as good as he guessed.
And it was delicious! A pleased, enthusiastic hum escaping at the flavour. “I uh- hate to argue, but I believe you are at least an expert at making them, compared to many pizzas I’ve had in the past. Clearly, you absorbed more than you realized.” He responded with a small shake of his head, offering a small grin. How did people do this? How did they make something that tasted so good?
Llewellyn, if he were the sort to gossip about a friend, would have offered that Ivy was probably right. But he wasn’t, and though concerned, he respected Aerith’s privacy on that front… Unless it was directly tied to someone else. So he instead nodded in agreement with Ivy’s next comment. “Nor have I, at least not for quite some time…? It’s… Rather nice to see everyone gathered like this.” Jack hadn’t done parties after he got married to protect his ‘cover,’ and then Milo…? Milo had liked things a little more opulent and far from low-key. Then the rest had more or less… decided who the ‘in group’ was, and he hadn’t made the cut by the way things had fallen outside work.
So being included now, with his friends and in a setting a little less uncomfortable, was a nice way to ease back in.