( gaon looks to yohan's face before he can catch himself. his mother had always had a thing about eating for the weather, about the seasonality of cooking, the way to grow a garden cohesively to carry through the year and yohan doesn't have any way of knowing that but it feels poignant right now. intentional. he searches yohan's eyes as if there might be something nefarious to the request, something that might come back to haunt him later, but if there's anything to find it's beyond him. )
I can do that. ( quieter, warmed through. understanding. he picks at another bite of pancake but doesn't bring it to his mouth yet. ) Since when are you sentimental like that?
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I can do that. ( quieter, warmed through. understanding. he picks at another bite of pancake but doesn't bring it to his mouth yet. ) Since when are you sentimental like that?