07-23-2018, 05:54 PM
He had a good mindset in store for what he would have for the night. With the addition of Mason, his plans hadn’t changed in the slightest. Herek surveyed over his contents which consisted of a lot of spinach, garlic that was well minced earlier on (His own doing as he wanted it to sit and have its essence be drawn out otherwise); it was just the question on if asides from the bacon and chicken if he wanted to take this into a pizza kind of night or pasta. He had the whipping cream of which to make his own sauce, after all. Knowing his odd appetites, the random idea of doing both was highly appealing to him.
”Try not to weird him out, alright,” he mentally told himself. When Mason had finally arrived down the stairs, Herek was well into preparing pasta after all. What did he decide to do about the idea with crust? Well, he had some blueberries and Google was his friend more often than not when it came to trying out new recipes. Desert was being nicely prepared in the oven.
“I’d be a terrible host if I decided to let us order in on the first night,” he chuckled. “Dinner is probably going to be ready in the next half hour. Do you know your way around the kitchen?”
He glanced back to smile at Mason, but his eyes caught a reflection of the college senior’s rear by the glass on the cabinet’s door. It wasn’t like Mason was fully exposing himself. It was just the fact his shirt had rode up a bit and his pants had been slightly off, revealing just a little of his rear where Herek could not only just see some of the crack itself, but noticed some rather interesting pair of briefs Mason chose to wear.
He shrugged the idea off for a few, glancing at the dining room.
“I’m usually not the kind of man to care about setting tables,” he admitted. “Family never found a reason to, at least on one of those grand gesture manners. Mother is a renown Chef in Brasil, so it rubbed off on me a bit. Anywho, I can’t partake in the wine avenue tonight, but she sent some from her vineyard. Would you want any?”
”Try not to weird him out, alright,” he mentally told himself. When Mason had finally arrived down the stairs, Herek was well into preparing pasta after all. What did he decide to do about the idea with crust? Well, he had some blueberries and Google was his friend more often than not when it came to trying out new recipes. Desert was being nicely prepared in the oven.
“I’d be a terrible host if I decided to let us order in on the first night,” he chuckled. “Dinner is probably going to be ready in the next half hour. Do you know your way around the kitchen?”
He glanced back to smile at Mason, but his eyes caught a reflection of the college senior’s rear by the glass on the cabinet’s door. It wasn’t like Mason was fully exposing himself. It was just the fact his shirt had rode up a bit and his pants had been slightly off, revealing just a little of his rear where Herek could not only just see some of the crack itself, but noticed some rather interesting pair of briefs Mason chose to wear.
He shrugged the idea off for a few, glancing at the dining room.
“I’m usually not the kind of man to care about setting tables,” he admitted. “Family never found a reason to, at least on one of those grand gesture manners. Mother is a renown Chef in Brasil, so it rubbed off on me a bit. Anywho, I can’t partake in the wine avenue tonight, but she sent some from her vineyard. Would you want any?”