Re: Electronics Shop Apartments: Shiloh F, Alex W
It was fair to say this was Shiloh calm. Perhaps Alex would not like him quite so much when he wasn't feeling calm, but that remained to be seen.
"Cooking," he repeated with that same smile, the one that could be winning or cutting, and one could never truly be sure which they were receiving. But he was contented at the moment, though he did not care for Pop Tarts or ramen or bad coffee. He knew, of course, that Alex would have no idea about cooking, but Shiloh was a pushy sort, and he was absolutely willing to push in this particular direction, seeing as he and Mal, if let to feed themselves regularly, would surely perish from preservatives caused by gut cancer. "I will be happy to play cheerleader," he said, pushing away from the ancient computer entire. "I'll even get some books," he added. "Mal will inform you I am shameless about procuring good food."
He was thoughtful a moment, considering Alex and Alex's personality. Surely no one could take issue with Alex, and thoughts sprouted in Shiloh's head like reckless flowers growing splat in the middle of a highway. "You know who might have books, actually. His name is Heath. Heath Fairchild. He's mad about cooking, and he's on the forums. You should ask. Tell him Shiloh sent you," he said brashly, not caring that it was possibly stupid. But then, Alex was a nice boy, and Heath thought himself a nice boy. It could work, and there might be information to be had.