Roger James Timothy Davies (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} rogeringdavies) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
He sighed with relief, glad that Marcus didn't take instant offensive to the unfortunate truthfulness that the healing potions seemed to have on Roger. Feeling slightly brave from that fact, he lifted his head and smiled at Marcus. "Bacon, Cheese, and Potato soup actually sounds amazing. We can eat if with the Rogan Josh and also naan. So much naan. As for the bacon, well slightly less black is good, but I will eat anything someone cooks for me really. Its amazing I'm not thirty stone right now." He ducked his head down for a moment. "Thank you, by the way. It means a lot to me that you've come over to look after me, and I'm sorry for worrying you."
"Cutting board's in the drawer, by the way," he said, watching Marcus search around. He amused himself for a moment watching Roger look around at some of the ridiculous cooking apparatuses in Roger's kitchen, all of them carefully warded to stop their electronics turning to sand at the first surge of magic. "Demonstrating is good," he replied easily. "I think we'll watch Pirates first? I went and bought it because I actually don't have that many DVDs, well I do but most of them were given to me by Melly and Cho and Ben as a present and they're uh," he coughed delicately. "Well, pornographic in nature. Anyway, do you like pirate stories?"