The first batch of bread done, he plates it and tucks it into the oven to keep it warm before setting the second on - this will cook faster, as the pan is still hot and he's got more of a system figured out now.
"Maybe they have a defense against your abilities that you do not know about," he offers.
While that first side of the bread is cooking, he ducks into the fridge to grab a plastic container that has some mixed fruit in it - thankfully it is not too depressed looking, yet - and a canister that she will not recognize, but contains whipped cream. He flips the bread upon his return, then goes to the table and sets the other things down before coming back to the stove.
"Go, sit," he says. "I will bring it over in just a second once these finish. Do you want more of the juice to go with this? Water? Milk?" Heck, he even has coffee and tea, but would have to make those, and too many options might be too much for her this early.
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"Maybe they have a defense against your abilities that you do not know about," he offers.
While that first side of the bread is cooking, he ducks into the fridge to grab a plastic container that has some mixed fruit in it - thankfully it is not too depressed looking, yet - and a canister that she will not recognize, but contains whipped cream. He flips the bread upon his return, then goes to the table and sets the other things down before coming back to the stove.
"Go, sit," he says. "I will bring it over in just a second once these finish. Do you want more of the juice to go with this? Water? Milk?" Heck, he even has coffee and tea, but would have to make those, and too many options might be too much for her this early.