Lucien couldn't really talk, he wasn't exactly a five star chef in the kitchen. He was often too distracted by things to pay attention to the food cooking, especially any food that needed to be watched carefully, like grilled cheese sandwiches or pancakes, and any time he tried to make an omelette, it almost always turned into scrambled eggs. So he grinned at the words, but made no comment.
He was glad to be back at camp. His stomach was making audible growing sounds, even though most of him wished he could be back at the dig. He was already writing the letter he'd send Vincent in his head and trying to remember where he put the pen and paper. It was somewhere in his things. He took the offered bowl and sat down. He has a spoonful in his mouth when Finwe made the sex comment and it made him basically choke on it and then sputter.
He was glad to be back at camp. His stomach was making audible growing sounds, even though most of him wished he could be back at the dig. He was already writing the letter he'd send Vincent in his head and trying to remember where he put the pen and paper. It was somewhere in his things. He took the offered bowl and sat down. He has a spoonful in his mouth when Finwe made the sex comment and it made him basically choke on it and then sputter.
You're either doing sex wrong, or doing stew incredibly right.He said as he tried to clear his throat from having nearly choked to death on his food, though he supposed that was a little dramatic, but still food down the wrong pipe did not feel good.
04-13-2023, 02:19 AM
