no need. he's welcome to sit and watch, though.

he does. hope he likes garlic bread.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝚂͟𝙴͟ 𝚁͟𝙴͟𝙲͟𝙾͟𝙼͟𝙸͟𝙴͟𝙽͟𝙳͟𝙰 𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑪𝑰𝑶́𝑵. ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𝙴͟𝙻 𝑳𝑶𝑩𝑬𝒁𝑵𝑶. ⠀⠀

he had come to know quite thoroughly the world in which he lived. the world as he saw it was a fierce and brutal world, a world without warmth, a world in which caresses and affection and the bright sweetness of spirit did not exist.

“ yeah, tiny. that's what i'm doing. ” patting the dough, gesturing for her to come over. “ c'mon, you can help. ”

looking up from the counter, dusting flour from his hands. “ hey, kid. you ever make bread? ”

kneading dough, flour up to his elbows and all over his front.