03-22-2020, 04:30 AM
Cael could feel it when the air changed around him, how Marshall seemed to change rather quickly after being so close to him. Perhaps he still made the mortal a little nervous-- Marshall's face was red again after all and he seemed to be unable to look him the eyes. However, Cael didn't feel that he was unwelcome, and Marshall asked him to help him with the preparation of the food so he moved further into the kitchen to look for the requested items Marshall asked for. Doing as Marshall asked he moved towards the bowl on the counter, grabbing two potatoes and a long box that did indeed say tinfoil. The Angel raised his eyebrow in a human-like expression of confusion, looking at the box in his hand as he made his way over to Marshall. "I don't think tinfoil is safe for you to eat," he told the mortal, handing over the potatoes but keeping the tinfoil in one hand as he read the English words on the box.
Looking up from the box and glancing at the meat and potatoes, Cael had the sudden urge to know how Marshall would be preparing his food. He'd never really had the chance to watch a human cook before and was curious to see how it was done. "Do you think I could watch?" he asked, moving closer. "Or I could help if you need it."
Looking up from the box and glancing at the meat and potatoes, Cael had the sudden urge to know how Marshall would be preparing his food. He'd never really had the chance to watch a human cook before and was curious to see how it was done. "Do you think I could watch?" he asked, moving closer. "Or I could help if you need it."
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