[ He'll take the apron from him with a smile that comes very softly to him, removing his own a moment later and setting them both at a corner of the counter as... he probably shouldn't get flour all over the finished product. He busies himself with the final assembly then as Shouto sets the table, occasionally feeling him looking at him and glancing over.
It's a little surprising and makes him blink, catching him looking at him in a way that makes him half want to ask what he's thinking of, but he just smiles to him gently after a moment instead before turning back to what he was doing. It leaves a peaceful sort of feeling in his heart, and the feeling of Christmas and some of the fantasy he'd had about it returning. A more intimate setting than he'd always envisioned, and that also touches on some warm sort of ember in his heart where he decides he might like this version better.
A Christmas also with definitely a very unorthodox menu, but Allen hasn't the tiniest regret. He finishes pouring the mitarashi syrup over the dango with a small flourish, exactly as if they were a platter of pancakes. Actually, they're higher than a stack of pancakes, and he surveys them and the soba that's been set in a serving bowl with the dipping sauce to the side. There's the oddly cut fruit as well.
He might have re-chopped the rest of the scallions though. Just so they weren't all in... one mangled piece. ]
Done!
[ he sounds so proud of himself. christmas lunchy-breakfast accomplished. ]
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It's a little surprising and makes him blink, catching him looking at him in a way that makes him half want to ask what he's thinking of, but he just smiles to him gently after a moment instead before turning back to what he was doing. It leaves a peaceful sort of feeling in his heart, and the feeling of Christmas and some of the fantasy he'd had about it returning. A more intimate setting than he'd always envisioned, and that also touches on some warm sort of ember in his heart where he decides he might like this version better.
A Christmas also with definitely a very unorthodox menu, but Allen hasn't the tiniest regret. He finishes pouring the mitarashi syrup over the dango with a small flourish, exactly as if they were a platter of pancakes. Actually, they're higher than a stack of pancakes, and he surveys them and the soba that's been set in a serving bowl with the dipping sauce to the side. There's the oddly cut fruit as well.
He might have re-chopped the rest of the scallions though. Just so they weren't all in... one mangled piece. ]
Done!
[ he sounds so proud of himself. christmas lunchy-breakfast accomplished. ]