Fiiiiiiioooooo.

Fio, what'cha wanna eat? I don' got no clue what t' make for lunch.

GoooOOOOOOOD MORNIN'!

Crepes are doable. Not my first choice for lunch, but whatev'... Ye want them wit' somethin' specific? Hazel nut spread, ice-cream, jam?

"I'm not really good when it comes t' mixin' drinks, but I got a bottle of Jackies wit' me... ye wanna share?"

All of 'em it is! Gimme a few to whip up the batter an' crap. Can ye do me a favor an' grab the chocolate bars from th' drawer on the far right, bottom row o' the kitchen?

A wide grin despite the glare, though he does lower his voice in tandem with his posture, hunching over with a hand formed around his mouth like a cone to speak with. Sooooorrryyyy.

"Ye sure? Yer starin' somethin' fierce, Lady." He walks up to her, slowly, hands tucked away into the folds of his sweatpants. "Somethin' on my face? Or did lil' Rat 'ere do somethin' t' offend ya?"

He's happy to have such a diligent (and adorable) kitchen assistant. Makes the baking process that much more enjoyable and quicker!

He does stop at that, one eyebrow arching in confusion. "Say what?" A hand reaches up to touch his own face, finger extended to wipe at his right eye. "Where is it? Can ye get it off?"

After what feels like an eternity, he finally emerges from the kitchen with several plates of crepes in tow: Some topped with hazelnut spread, some with applesauce or with strawberry jam; some sprinkled with ground chocolate over whipped cream and others with ice-cream.

Gray eyes blink repeatedly, admittedly taken back by her action - the pompous rat even takes a step back as she draws closer, but eventually relents in order to let her wipe at his face. That gaze of his never leaves her after the fact, mouth hanging slightly open. "... Thanks."

He's more than willing to help her bake something for the others, if she'd like assistance!

Why does the air feel kinda chilly today? Did somethin' change? Did somethin' bad 'appen?

She'd make a wonderful wife, no doubt. ✌️

I can vouch for my ex-husband's quality as a husband. Fio', give the man a chance!

He's visibly, slowly, LOUDLY, inhaling...

GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD 𝕄𝕆𝕆𝕆𝕆𝕆𝕆𝕆𝕆ℝℝℝℝℝℝℝℝℝℝℕ𝕀𝕀𝕀𝕀𝕀𝕀𝕀𝕀𝕀𝕀𝕀𝕀𝕀𝕀𝕀𝕀𝕀𝕀𝕀𝕀𝕀𝕀𝕀𝕀ℕ'!!!!!

Anyway, back to cookin'.

Rat's been nappin', but he's always willing to help a friend in need! Just gotta give him a holler and he'll start runnin' easy as pie!