Solis·:
That made sense. Probably. Solis didn’t really put too much care into what he was eating as long as it was delicious. Then again, most food was to his liking so it was hard to find anything the blond would dislike in the first place. Even then, surely it could still be made better if he just poured a bit of sugar on top of it, right?
“I’m fairly certain the kitchen would be set on fire if anyone I live with tried to use it for its intended purpose.” That probably sounded a lot worse than it actually was, so he decided to add a little more information. “My brother and I never learnt how to cool and the uh… family we started to live with is kind of… really not the best at cooking. It’d edible!! And I like Master’s pancakes, they’re super sweet!! But it’s not nearly as delicious as that sandwich you gave me.”
Zen couldn’t help but stifle a small laugh at being told the kitchen would catch fire if it was used for what it was for. Well, he couldn’t say he hadn’t done the same on an occasion or two. After all, his cooking was more by trial and error than being formally taught; at least till he found the magic of cook books.
He listened carefully as Solis spoke. So, he wasn’t exactly alone, he presumably has a place to live, but wait a minute, a master? That was something he didn’t hear very often, at least not nowadays. This piqued his interest more than he cared to admit.
”Perhaps one of you should learn one of these days, just takes practice, but I’m happy you enjoyed it,” he started lightly, but that word was still nagging at him, so he asked, “you have a master?”










