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It doesn't take the two of them very long to put everything away, tossing things in the rubbish bin while putting the cups into the dishwasher- so much easier than doing them by had as he'd had to when living in his apartment. The kitchen was large, plenty of space to move about and hold whatever appliance one might need. It was understandable why Amelia would enjoy cooking so much in here- though also a little sad that she never really had an excuse to use it when it was just her in the home. "Do you want me to make breakfast?" Virgil asked suddenly on their way back to the living room, before coughing awkwardly and rubbing at the back of his head. "I mean, in the morning of course. As thanks for letting me stay the night."

Amelia's question catches him off guard slightly and he brings a hand up to touch at his hair, pulling a strand in front of his face as if looking at it for the first time. "You want to dry my hair?" he repeats, brows furrowed slightly. It wasn't that he didn't want his hair blown dried but rather he'd never experienced it before. "I don't mind." Though his eyes look at her with skeptic curiosity. "It's not going to make it poof is it? Like a poodle?"