Hah. Ignis couldn't help a smug little smile at the noise; it would have taken someone with a lot less pride in general not to be smug, and his skill at the culinary arts was something Ignis was very proud of, indeed. Still, under the smugness he was putting things together and adding up. The buns didn't represent stretching himself at all, they weren't difficult things to make in general. Tasty, perhaps very tasty, but not sex-noise worthy to most. Combine that with his statement about looking for anything not rotten... and wherever he came from looked significantly worse than Ignis's own home world.
And that took significant effort.
But he kept those thoughts to himself. The other man would likely try to bolt again at any hint of pity or similar expression of feeling. Instead, he poured a glass of orange juice and also set it in front of the man. No, it didn't really match the flavor profile of the buns, but like them it could well be something he'd not experienced recently. (Or ever.) Plus, vitamins.
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Date: 2017-02-23 06:47 pm (UTC)And that took significant effort.
But he kept those thoughts to himself. The other man would likely try to bolt again at any hint of pity or similar expression of feeling. Instead, he poured a glass of orange juice and also set it in front of the man. No, it didn't really match the flavor profile of the buns, but like them it could well be something he'd not experienced recently. (Or ever.) Plus, vitamins.