Re: lakeside mansion: Hugh C./Audrey C.
How is it when certain people woke up they still looked amazing? Hugh was one of those people. His hair a little curlier, his robe classic. Not fair, not fair at all. Audrey tugged at the sleeve of her sweater and her shoulders rose up ever so slightly. "Um. Yes. I watched Ren make it a few times, and protest loudly after the customers left." A small grin stretched over her lips at that. "So, I can't say if it's the best? I've only made it once or twice before, but I liked it?"
She couldn't help but grow redder at the compliments. One day, one day she'd be able to take praise without becoming a berry in the process, but she was happy? Prideful that he seemed so excited. Her family never acted like this over her food, and it made her heart swell a little. Having friends wasn't so bad, and she enjoyed seeing the light in his eyes upon realizing what the drinks were. "I wasn't sure if you liked coffee until I saw everything in your kitchen--I am glad you know what it is!"
"I slept great by the way," she interjected and pulled the seats out for them both. "That couch is more comfortable than my bed, I think." Her ponytail fell back over her shoulders. "I ...um. Well, I hope you like it all. I probably should have waited and asked before using your kitchen, so I am sorry for that. Musicals make me hungry so I was famished and figured you would be too. So we've got protein, good fats, carbs and a pick me up." She beamed down at the table, her eyes widen slightly glancing back at him.
"Do you want me to grab salt? Pepper?" What if it was too bland, her heart sped up. Hugh seemed to have such rich tastes, what if the hollandaise was too lemony? Maybe what she thought was good was beneath his radar for quality.