action;
[ alois is sitting on the counter top only a few hand spaces away from bowls, utensils, batter, and other ingredients when reki walks in on them. he's carefully kicking his legs and holding a glass bowl of fat strawberries in his lap. (sticky red finger tips and lips give away that he's been taste-testing more than he probably should.) the sight of both wings and halo make him still, and for the briefest of moments he's narrowing his eyes suspiciously and cautiously on her.
oh, that's right, though. nill has wings and she's ordinary. not an angel at all. perhaps this person should be given the benefit of the doubt.
so, he tilts his head a little bit, and goes back to playfully swinging his legs. ] We are! Strawberry short cake. Claude is teaching me.