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, |
Dean shrugged, he knew both good and terrible cooks around his own age. "I have a very insistent mother and aunt. I learned to cook and bake. Plus I was eldest so I had to help out." He tilted his head. Pancakes weren't something he made very often. "What happened to them? It can't be as bad as when I over-chilli things and feed them to unsuspecting friends."
Dean ducked his head and smiled again. "Yeah, I, er, had a good day," he said evasively. "I mean, busy and everything, but it ended well. And now I'm here with friendly faces," he said brightly. He was a bit of a terrible liar really, but it was so new he didn't really want to talk about it. Maybe to Susan.