Ha. I'm no master. [That's not false modesty. That's just being his harshest critic. But he nods in acknowledgment -- he'll wait.
He leans back against the wall, waiting. It's a little weird, he thinks. He hasn't hung around here much. He's gotten used to keeping an eye on his surroundings.
When she comes back, Shinjiro lifts a hand in a wave. And looks at the food. And water. He's always good with water.]
Thanks. [Pizza is best eaten while hot. He opens the box and has a bite of the one she made. There's a moment where he absorbs the taste, then murmurs in appreciation.] Damn. You did good, Sam. Been cooking more?
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He leans back against the wall, waiting. It's a little weird, he thinks. He hasn't hung around here much. He's gotten used to keeping an eye on his surroundings.
When she comes back, Shinjiro lifts a hand in a wave. And looks at the food. And water. He's always good with water.]
Thanks. [Pizza is best eaten while hot. He opens the box and has a bite of the one she made. There's a moment where he absorbs the taste, then murmurs in appreciation.] Damn. You did good, Sam. Been cooking more?