( this is just the sort of thing that happens when you hear about a very well-known holiday or tradition that just plain doesn't exist when and where you're from — though, make no mistake, once he fully understands all the hubbub and what it's all about, he's not going to hesitate in ( at least making an effort! ) reciprocation for any efforts made in his general direction.
they may end up being less than traditional, in the general sense … but it's the thought behind it that counts the most, right? yes. that is exactly right.
there's a little note of surprise that filters up from the back of his throat when she finally does find him — flipping through a book of recipes he'd happened across quite by accident, filing certain things away if he thinks certain people would enjoy them — and there really is no denying the amusement in his expression when the words that come out of her mouth sound so exasperated. like it really is his fault entirely that she has feelings that she has absolutely no control over.
his gaze passes back and forth between her face and the tray she holds, brows arching slightly upward. )
oh no what will i do -- also don't look at me tagging this first before everything else
they may end up being less than traditional, in the general sense … but it's the thought behind it that counts the most, right? yes. that is exactly right.
there's a little note of surprise that filters up from the back of his throat when she finally does find him — flipping through a book of recipes he'd happened across quite by accident, filing certain things away if he thinks certain people would enjoy them — and there really is no denying the amusement in his expression when the words that come out of her mouth sound so exasperated. like it really is his fault entirely that she has feelings that she has absolutely no control over.
his gaze passes back and forth between her face and the tray she holds, brows arching slightly upward. )
For me? What's the occasion?