Augustine: Song weaver, self-proclaimed Life Skiller. Is ready to do anything for a kiss.
We, Allan, and I, spent some time just preparing the bread buns with minced meat and vegetables for sale. I already knead the dough, before I went out on my run, but they still need a bit of preparation.
When all 100 bread buns are in the extended dimensional oven, something that cost me a fortune, but is worth every copper, I look at Allan and give him a bright smile.
"You are good at this," I comment, and then move my hand closer to his. He sees that and pulls his hand away. I blink at that.
"I was led to believe that the only thing you wanted was a kitchen helper," Allan says. I feel guilty about coming onto him like that.
"Yes, sorry. It is just that... I appreciate a man who knows his way around the kitchen," I say, and then cough in my hand. "Not that I will put on any advances on you, if you don't want me to."
