[Faolan still can hardly believe Laurent's offer, but he knows better than to be so surprised by it that he should let a good thing go by. He regards the other man where he stands for a long moment before offering his reply.]
Savory. ...please.
[Not that there's anything wrong with sweet, but he'd prefer it in a dessert over a breakfast nine times out of ten.]
[Faolan watches the other man pulling ingredients out of the fridge, wondering at the combination of them all -- mustard?? -- before he snaps himself out of it and pushes himself up to stand.]
Is the coffee machine on yet?
[That's really the first thing on the top of the list to keep him from saying or doing anything ridiculous. Well, anything more ridiculous than usual.]
[Faolan takes the mug from the younger man and sets about making himself his first cup of coffee for the day. He hopes he'll feel a little bit more human after it's done, or at least as though his brain is a little more screwed in.]
How hungry am I?
[Case in point.] Ehm. I. Could eat? [He flashes Laurent a smile, knowing that response is hardly helpful.] I don't need a feast. An average portion will do, I'd like to be able to move when all is said and done.
[ Eat, that is, but Laurent carries on pulling out some bread, a frying pan, a bowl and a shallow dish. He begins measuring things out into the bowl, glances up at Faolan after a moment and considers this. French toast is actually quite filling. It may be better to make a small amount, Faolan can always eat something else if need be. ]
Did you have any plans?
[ For the day, that is. Laurent will need to know if he's working around something else Faolan wants to do. He drops his eyes back to the dish and begins mix in some of the liquid ingredients carefully. ]
Plans? [Faolan really ought to finish this coffee so he can start drinking it and not sound so ridiculous as he's sure he does just now, repeating everything Laurent keeps telling him. In his defense, he's still truly surprised. Laurent had offered him the keyboard, and while he knows that it's his birthday and the pair of them do live together, he hadn't expected... Well, this.]
I. No plans with anyone else, no. [But Laurent had mentioned this keyboard and truth be told, Faolan's been quite excited about the idea of it ever since. It's been a while since he's had a keyboard of his own, and he's been quite looking forward to it. Playing. Maybe even composing again. In his downtime, of course.]
Well, we can go out to a cafe later and buy you some cake. I hear cake is a tradition after all.
[ He steps back to open a drawer and pulls out a fork, nudges it closed again with his hip and begins whisking quickly. ]
If there's something else you'd like to do you'll have to let me know. We could go for a drink later but I'm very aware going anywhere with me puts you somewhat on duty.
[ He stops whisking and slides the bowl aside, pulls out a small board and garlic press, very carefully trying to avoid touching it too much. ]
[Getting him a cake. Going for a drink. Everything out of Laurent's mouth seems to be as if in a foreign language, for how long it takes for Faolan to process it. It's not that he's not used to the other man being kind to him. But this is on a completely different scale.
His coffee finishes and he raises the mug to his lips, blowing on the steam and breathing in the smell of it in hopes of fortifying himself.]
I... Sure. A cafe sounds nice. And drinks...
[Laurent has a point, of course, he can't let down his guard while they're out anywhere together, not completely. He appreciates Laurent's thoughtfulness in such a way as well, though it honestly doesn't bother him as much as it might others.]
I. Don't mind it. Guarding you, I mean, while we're out. It'd be nice, I think, to get out like that. For both of us. [He adds, with the flicker of a smile over the rim of his mug.]
Aside from the fact that I won't be able to drink anything alcoholic.
[ Or at least, officially can't, he supposed if Faolan buys the drinks and nobody asks for his own ID he might get away with it. But getting in trouble may not be worth it. Tipping out the crushed garlic Laurent chops it a bit finer before tipping it into the mix, then measuring out a little mustard powder, grinding in a bit of salt and pepper before whisking again. ]
Not that it will stop you, but I don't want you to feel awkward drinking alone -- nor do I want anyone to get fined on my behalf.
[Faolan quirks something of a smile at the younger man. He supposes he's right. Technically, Laurent's not allowed to be drinking out, and though that's only if they card him -- it's probably not worth the risk.]
Then we'll have a drink in together. We can get... Something that goes with cake, perhaps.
[He huffs out the breath of a laugh that gusts across the heat of his drink and puffs some of it back into his face. Regarding the younger man for a few moments longer before adding:] I'd rather have company, if it's all the same to you.
Something that goes with cake? Like what, a liqueur?
[ He sounds a little amused by the entire, but his attention is still on the food. He stops whisking and pours the mix into the shallow dish, begins cutting off sections of baguette. ]
I don't think there's any here unless you bought it, so we'd need to buy some. By we I mean you since America is so backwards, but you can use my card.
[ Since making Faolan pay for drink on his birthday seems wrong. ]
Mmm, a sweet wine would be lighter. And easier to finish, unless you want the liqueur hanging around for another time. [he adds, with the quirk of his lips]
[He moves to take his seat on the stool by the breakfast nook, watching Laurent work and tentatively sipping at his coffee as he does.]
Not that I necessarily am condoning breaking the law, but you could always pay someone for a fake ID like I'm sure half the other students your age have done.
It's five months until I won't need one, I think I can wait.
[ Laurent sets his frying pan heating, pours a little oil into it and pulls down two plates for once things have cooked. Satisfied, he sets two slices of the bread into the shallow dish to soak up the egg. ]
I've not had one before now, I don't particularly feel like starting. Unless you can't wait to get me drunk publicly. Sweet wine is fine.
[ In answer to the previous comment. That said, he uses a fork to carefully turn over the bread in the mix, then holds a hand out to test the temperature of the frying pan. ]
[Faolan's lips quirk before he shakes his head at the other man, looking down at his coffee instead. Laurent has a particular talent for twisting his words and making the things he says sound so... Maybe it's the accent. Or maybe it's the fact that he's implying he wants to get Laurent, who is at the moment now nine years his junior and currently underage, drunk in public for his own benefits.]
Sweet wine it is then. I'll put it on the company card.
[It's sounding like they're gathering quite the variety of plans for the day. The keyboard store, the liquor store, the cafe -- who knows what else Laurent might have in mind for him as well. In truth he's feeling rather spoiled, especially considering his usual days tend to go.]
[ Laurent sounds amused by this. A moment later there's the sizzle of one piece of bread hitting a pan, then another. Laurent moves to put two more slices into the mix. ]
Does that make your birthday an expense?
[ Or, entertaining his employer on his own birthday an expense? ]
[Faolan glances up again at the younger man, shrugging slightly.]
Well. I could just pay for it myself instead, and you could pay me back for it I suppose. I'd thought using the card we could skip all that but then I suppose I'd have to fill out an expense report and your brother might wonder why we were using the card at a liquor store.
[Faolan would honestly rather Laurent's brother not wonder anything about them at all, at that, so the less they need to involve him in their personal business the better. Certainly when it comes to drinks with Laurent anyway.]
I did say you could use mine, but I can pay you back too. It doesn't matter.
[ He flips the two pieces pieces of French toast in the frying pan then opens the fridge again, pulls out some cherry tomatoes and cuts a few up to set on a plate. ]
What kind of cake do you like? I don't see you eat sweet things often.
[He nods towards the breakfast that Laurent is making him, as an example of his choices.]
But... I don't hate sweet things. I like. Richer flavors? Chocolate? Coffee? Hazelnut? Nuts in general really. I'm not certain that answers your question but.
Coffee and nuts. Well it does narrow it down, at least.
[ Where would be the best place for a coffee cake? A rich hazelnut cake? Laurent sets a little arugula with the tomatoes, flips the two pieces of French toast one last time and pulls a few sauces and chutneys down from the cupboard. ]
Are you eating there?
[ Sitting at the counter? Or is the going to move to the table. Where, in other words, is Laurent about to take all these things. ]
I'll eat wherever you serve me. Are you eating as well?
[He doesn't seem to have made a lot but then Faolan isn't certain whether the two pieces are both meant for him or if they are to share a breakfast together. It does seem to be rather filling, with all those spices he's included.]
Yes, but you should start before yours gets cold. The frying pan isn't big enough to do everything at once.
[ Moving the two small pieces of French toast onto a plate he sprinkles them with a bit of cheese, dusts off his hands and grabs out some cutlery -- turning to slide it in front of Faolan before moving back to flip the other two pieces into the frying pan. Then he grabs up some Hollandaise sauce, onion chutney, and after a moments consideration some tomato sauce and sets them by Faolan along with salt and pepper. ]
If you don't like it I won't be offended, you can drown it in tomato sauce or just give it back to me.
Thank you. But I wouldn't dream of it. You making breakfast for me like this? It's not like it happens every day. I know better than to take this for granted.
[He picks up his fork and knife and cuts off a piece, taking a tentative bite before glancing up at the younger man curiously as he chews and swallows.]
I've never had french toast in any other way than the usual, but it's delicious. Honestly.
[He reaches for the Hollandaise before adding, wittily:] I should think about having birthdays more often.
[Faolan flicks a smile at the younger man, before turning his attention back at the food in front of him. Whatever thoughts he might have about Laurent's 'kind-hearted instincts' aside, he does appreciate the gesture, wholeheartedly.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Savory. ...please.
[Not that there's anything wrong with sweet, but he'd prefer it in a dessert over a breakfast nine times out of ten.]
no subject
It will take a few minutes, so if you'd like something while you wait don't let me stop you.
[ Out of the fridge come eggs, milk, cream, cheese, then he closes it and begins digging in the cupboards -- garlic, salt, pepper, mustard...
Here's hoping you aren't on a diet, Faolan, because this isn't diet friendly. ]
no subject
Is the coffee machine on yet?
[That's really the first thing on the top of the list to keep him from saying or doing anything ridiculous. Well, anything more ridiculous than usual.]
no subject
[ Laurent pauses in organising his things to fetch down a mug for Faolan and hold it out to him. ]
How hungry are you?
[ How much should he make, in other words. ]
no subject
[Faolan takes the mug from the younger man and sets about making himself his first cup of coffee for the day. He hopes he'll feel a little bit more human after it's done, or at least as though his brain is a little more screwed in.]
How hungry am I?
[Case in point.] Ehm. I. Could eat? [He flashes Laurent a smile, knowing that response is hardly helpful.] I don't need a feast. An average portion will do, I'd like to be able to move when all is said and done.
no subject
[ Eat, that is, but Laurent carries on pulling out some bread, a frying pan, a bowl and a shallow dish. He begins measuring things out into the bowl, glances up at Faolan after a moment and considers this. French toast is actually quite filling. It may be better to make a small amount, Faolan can always eat something else if need be. ]
Did you have any plans?
[ For the day, that is. Laurent will need to know if he's working around something else Faolan wants to do. He drops his eyes back to the dish and begins mix in some of the liquid ingredients carefully. ]
no subject
I. No plans with anyone else, no. [But Laurent had mentioned this keyboard and truth be told, Faolan's been quite excited about the idea of it ever since. It's been a while since he's had a keyboard of his own, and he's been quite looking forward to it. Playing. Maybe even composing again. In his downtime, of course.]
no subject
[ He steps back to open a drawer and pulls out a fork, nudges it closed again with his hip and begins whisking quickly. ]
If there's something else you'd like to do you'll have to let me know. We could go for a drink later but I'm very aware going anywhere with me puts you somewhat on duty.
[ He stops whisking and slides the bowl aside, pulls out a small board and garlic press, very carefully trying to avoid touching it too much. ]
no subject
His coffee finishes and he raises the mug to his lips, blowing on the steam and breathing in the smell of it in hopes of fortifying himself.]
I... Sure. A cafe sounds nice. And drinks...
[Laurent has a point, of course, he can't let down his guard while they're out anywhere together, not completely. He appreciates Laurent's thoughtfulness in such a way as well, though it honestly doesn't bother him as much as it might others.]
I. Don't mind it. Guarding you, I mean, while we're out. It'd be nice, I think, to get out like that. For both of us. [He adds, with the flicker of a smile over the rim of his mug.]
no subject
[ Or at least, officially can't, he supposed if Faolan buys the drinks and nobody asks for his own ID he might get away with it. But getting in trouble may not be worth it. Tipping out the crushed garlic Laurent chops it a bit finer before tipping it into the mix, then measuring out a little mustard powder, grinding in a bit of salt and pepper before whisking again. ]
Not that it will stop you, but I don't want you to feel awkward drinking alone -- nor do I want anyone to get fined on my behalf.
no subject
Then we'll have a drink in together. We can get... Something that goes with cake, perhaps.
[He huffs out the breath of a laugh that gusts across the heat of his drink and puffs some of it back into his face. Regarding the younger man for a few moments longer before adding:] I'd rather have company, if it's all the same to you.
no subject
[ He sounds a little amused by the entire, but his attention is still on the food. He stops whisking and pours the mix into the shallow dish, begins cutting off sections of baguette. ]
I don't think there's any here unless you bought it, so we'd need to buy some. By we I mean you since America is so backwards, but you can use my card.
[ Since making Faolan pay for drink on his birthday seems wrong. ]
no subject
[He moves to take his seat on the stool by the breakfast nook, watching Laurent work and tentatively sipping at his coffee as he does.]
Not that I necessarily am condoning breaking the law, but you could always pay someone for a fake ID like I'm sure half the other students your age have done.
no subject
[ Laurent sets his frying pan heating, pours a little oil into it and pulls down two plates for once things have cooked. Satisfied, he sets two slices of the bread into the shallow dish to soak up the egg. ]
I've not had one before now, I don't particularly feel like starting. Unless you can't wait to get me drunk publicly. Sweet wine is fine.
[ In answer to the previous comment. That said, he uses a fork to carefully turn over the bread in the mix, then holds a hand out to test the temperature of the frying pan. ]
no subject
Sweet wine it is then. I'll put it on the company card.
[It's sounding like they're gathering quite the variety of plans for the day. The keyboard store, the liquor store, the cafe -- who knows what else Laurent might have in mind for him as well. In truth he's feeling rather spoiled, especially considering his usual days tend to go.]
no subject
[ Laurent sounds amused by this. A moment later there's the sizzle of one piece of bread hitting a pan, then another. Laurent moves to put two more slices into the mix. ]
Does that make your birthday an expense?
[ Or, entertaining his employer on his own birthday an expense? ]
no subject
Well. I could just pay for it myself instead, and you could pay me back for it I suppose. I'd thought using the card we could skip all that but then I suppose I'd have to fill out an expense report and your brother might wonder why we were using the card at a liquor store.
[Faolan would honestly rather Laurent's brother not wonder anything about them at all, at that, so the less they need to involve him in their personal business the better. Certainly when it comes to drinks with Laurent anyway.]
no subject
[ He flips the two pieces pieces of French toast in the frying pan then opens the fridge again, pulls out some cherry tomatoes and cuts a few up to set on a plate. ]
What kind of cake do you like? I don't see you eat sweet things often.
no subject
[He nods towards the breakfast that Laurent is making him, as an example of his choices.]
But... I don't hate sweet things. I like. Richer flavors? Chocolate? Coffee? Hazelnut? Nuts in general really. I'm not certain that answers your question but.
no subject
[ Where would be the best place for a coffee cake? A rich hazelnut cake? Laurent sets a little arugula with the tomatoes, flips the two pieces of French toast one last time and pulls a few sauces and chutneys down from the cupboard. ]
Are you eating there?
[ Sitting at the counter? Or is the going to move to the table. Where, in other words, is Laurent about to take all these things. ]
no subject
I'll eat wherever you serve me. Are you eating as well?
[He doesn't seem to have made a lot but then Faolan isn't certain whether the two pieces are both meant for him or if they are to share a breakfast together. It does seem to be rather filling, with all those spices he's included.]
no subject
[ Moving the two small pieces of French toast onto a plate he sprinkles them with a bit of cheese, dusts off his hands and grabs out some cutlery -- turning to slide it in front of Faolan before moving back to flip the other two pieces into the frying pan. Then he grabs up some Hollandaise sauce, onion chutney, and after a moments consideration some tomato sauce and sets them by Faolan along with salt and pepper. ]
If you don't like it I won't be offended, you can drown it in tomato sauce or just give it back to me.
no subject
[He picks up his fork and knife and cuts off a piece, taking a tentative bite before glancing up at the younger man curiously as he chews and swallows.]
I've never had french toast in any other way than the usual, but it's delicious. Honestly.
[He reaches for the Hollandaise before adding, wittily:] I should think about having birthdays more often.
no subject
[ He glances over his shoulder, regards Faolan with idle amusement. ]
I might think you're taking advantage of my kind-hearted instincts.
no subject
I wouldn't dream of it. [He replies.]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)