Who: Friar Tuck, Will Scarlet What: Dinner, rooftop cuteseyness, maybe more who knowsssss When: Sunday evening Where: Parsonage Warnings/Notes: TBA
Tuck had started preparing for dinner the very second he got home from his sermon and being social afterwards. Francis had gone home and Much was...somewhere...which meant he had the kitchen and living room to himself. As such, he cranked up a playlist of The Cure's greatest hits, and then set about making a four-cheese baked ziti and garlic bread entirely from scratch, including making his own dough, and handmade pasta.
By the time Will arrived, the parsonage smelled amazing, and Tuck had flour in his hair and...somehow...on his ass. But he had been in a happy little cooking coma for the entire afternoon, and he was in a great mood. Seeing Will's face just made everything better, and he scooted towards the other man, singing Boys Don't Cry off-key, but happily.