Dean Thomas (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} artistdean) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
He rolled his eyes and summoned a box from the shelf over his sink. "No, nobody I actually loathe, but I prefer not to get into anything too wordy like Dickens, just not my thing," he said. He opened the box, and fished out a chocolate chip and caramel cookie before passing the box over the table. The assortment was a bit mis-matched with some cookies and some biscuits, no more than a couple of each, all ends of batches, several from a while ago kept fresh by the magic on the box. "But less than a hundred would be easier. Or at least do them in sections."
"Well, if you don't tell her I'm laying all the blame on you," he said pointedly. Hopefully when he came across Lucy either she'd have been warned, or at least she wouldn't try and attack him.
He chuckled and shrugged. "Hey, I'll not feed you yams and you don't feed me eels," he said. He'd never been much of a fan of eels (his family believed in making the children try lots of different things) but when he'd been on the run it had been the only think he could get one day and he'd had to give in. He'd vowed to never eat them again. For a good few seconds he was pretty concerned about the sudden choking, but then he realised Susan was laughing and had done something similar to what he had on Monday with Seamus. Still, he was watching her closely. "Better or do you want water?" he offered. "And yes, I follow recipes a lot more for baking than cooking. But even then I've found there's usually a bit of wiggle room. But I approve of food as science for hungry people."