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.]
[ He turns the two pieces for himself in the pan, begins cutting tomatoes and putting a bit of salad on his own plate. ]
Would you prefer to head to the shops earlier in the day or in the afternoon? I suppose carrying things around wouldn't be ideal if we went in the morning.
[ Is he talking about cake or something else? He still hasn't mentioned the keyboard, after all. ]
[No, Laurent hasn't mentioned the keyboard. He hasn't mentioned it at all after initially offering to purchase it for him, for that matter. Ever since the offer, Faolan's taken it as a fact -- he'd made the offer, it's happening. But he really hasn't mentioned it since, he's not mentioning it now, and Faolan is starting to wonder if perhaps it was something he'd only said in the moment and Faolan had misconstrued.]
You don't want to be carrying around a cake for too long.
[ It's bulky, and most likely better off in the fridge. He turns off the heat finally and slides his french toast onto his plate, sets the frying pan into the sink with a little water and soap and brings over his plate to sit with Faolan. Then, leaning over, he presses a kiss to Faolan's cheek quickly -- a light, yet still deliberate brush of lips. ]
[Faolan still isn't quite certain what Laurent is talking about -- if they went to go pick up a cake wouldn't they be bringing it back here anyway? Regardless of what time of day it is? But then Laurent is slipping into the seat beside him and pressing a kiss to his cheek and regardless as to how light it is or how brief, Faolan's stomach does an odd little flip and his face flushes with color.]
I -- thanks. Thank you.
[For all of whatever it is that they've fallen into after the Halloween party, however closer they've become, Faolan still doesn't understand the boundaries of it. Apparently it involves kissing him on the cheek whilst he wishes him a happy birthday, though. He's pretty sure he can live with that.
That is, until he opens his mouth and starts to babble.]
You didn't have to... You know. Breakfast. All of this. For me. Cake. Drinks. [The keyboard, though he's not certain if that's actually a thing or whether he's just fantasized it at this point.] I mean. The idea of it all, I love it, I really do. But you don't have to--...
[He's not used to being quite the center of attention as this, it's new and, while not frightening exactly, definitely will take some getting used to. Even if it's only for the day.]
[ He wanted to, though. Laurent begins cutting himself some food, then realises something and pushes up again to get to his feet -- grabs a bottle of fruit juice out of the fridge and pulls a glass out of the cupboard. ]
If it's too much, we can skip the cake? Or the drinks.
[Faolan glances up to him as Laurent stands and crosses to the cupboard again, pressing his lips together as Laurent -- rightly so he supposes -- misunderstands what he's trying to say.]
No, no, I. That's not. I would like -- that is. It's not that, it's just. I just. I'm not used to -- all of this. That's all. But I'd like. To spend the time with you.
[He quirks a hesitant smile across the kitchen at him.] I'd like that very much.
[Faolan sucks his bottom lip between his teeth to chew on it for a moment before nodding as he turns towards his plate again.]
You'll be hearing no complaints from me.
[Confusion perhaps, as to why he would go through all of this trouble -- but certainly no complaints on the matter. He does appreciate it -- the lot of it -- more than he could say.
Floundering for something to say that isn't further questioning the other man why, he stuffs more french toast into his mouth. It really is quite good.]
You're...taking the day off from school, then? [With all of these things on their schedule, he must be. He doesn't know why it didn't really occur him until now.]
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[ 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.
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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.
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[ 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. ]
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[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.
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[ 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. ]
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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.]
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[ 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? ]
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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.]
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[ 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.
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[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.
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[ 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. ]
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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.]
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[ 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.
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[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.
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[ He glances over his shoulder, regards Faolan with idle amusement. ]
I might think you're taking advantage of my kind-hearted instincts.
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I wouldn't dream of it. [He replies.]
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[ He turns the two pieces for himself in the pan, begins cutting tomatoes and putting a bit of salad on his own plate. ]
Would you prefer to head to the shops earlier in the day or in the afternoon? I suppose carrying things around wouldn't be ideal if we went in the morning.
[ Is he talking about cake or something else? He still hasn't mentioned the keyboard, after all. ]
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Carrying things around...?
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[ It's bulky, and most likely better off in the fridge. He turns off the heat finally and slides his french toast onto his plate, sets the frying pan into the sink with a little water and soap and brings over his plate to sit with Faolan. Then, leaning over, he presses a kiss to Faolan's cheek quickly -- a light, yet still deliberate brush of lips. ]
And happy birthday.
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I -- thanks. Thank you.
[For all of whatever it is that they've fallen into after the Halloween party, however closer they've become, Faolan still doesn't understand the boundaries of it. Apparently it involves kissing him on the cheek whilst he wishes him a happy birthday, though. He's pretty sure he can live with that.
That is, until he opens his mouth and starts to babble.]
You didn't have to... You know. Breakfast. All of this. For me. Cake. Drinks. [The keyboard, though he's not certain if that's actually a thing or whether he's just fantasized it at this point.] I mean. The idea of it all, I love it, I really do. But you don't have to--...
[He's not used to being quite the center of attention as this, it's new and, while not frightening exactly, definitely will take some getting used to. Even if it's only for the day.]
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[ He wanted to, though. Laurent begins cutting himself some food, then realises something and pushes up again to get to his feet -- grabs a bottle of fruit juice out of the fridge and pulls a glass out of the cupboard. ]
If it's too much, we can skip the cake? Or the drinks.
[ Or both, he supposes. ]
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No, no, I. That's not. I would like -- that is. It's not that, it's just. I just. I'm not used to -- all of this. That's all. But I'd like. To spend the time with you.
[He quirks a hesitant smile across the kitchen at him.] I'd like that very much.
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[ He takes a sip of his drink as he settles back onto the stool, begins cutting himself some more of his breakfast to eat.
If you want to spend time with him, Faolan, spend time with him instead of trying to tell Laurent not to buy you cake. ]
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You'll be hearing no complaints from me.
[Confusion perhaps, as to why he would go through all of this trouble -- but certainly no complaints on the matter. He does appreciate it -- the lot of it -- more than he could say.
Floundering for something to say that isn't further questioning the other man why, he stuffs more french toast into his mouth. It really is quite good.]
You're...taking the day off from school, then? [With all of these things on their schedule, he must be. He doesn't know why it didn't really occur him until now.]
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[ Laurent looks up and quirks an eyebrow at Faolan, as if to question his surprise. ]
We wouldn't make it to the shops otherwise, not without being rushed into decisions.
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