[Scott nods along, as if he knows when to use flour or baking soda when it comes to cooking. Sugar and salt are easy enough, but some of that other stuff is 'yeah, heard of that, but don't know how to use it or what it does.' Guess that's why he's here and at cooking club with her.
Sure is a lot though.
He lifts a single eyebrow as the counter next to him is piled with more and more ingredients. Geez, it feels like he's going into a battle here and he's being given all his weapons for the upcoming fight. He just needs an apron and a chef's hat at this point. Scott's about ready to make such a remark, but as Kotone's smirk settles into something smaller, he feels the words clench up in his throat.]
Oh uh, yeah, for sure, and that other person is like super grateful that she--they made something for him. [...] Them.
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Sure is a lot though.
He lifts a single eyebrow as the counter next to him is piled with more and more ingredients. Geez, it feels like he's going into a battle here and he's being given all his weapons for the upcoming fight. He just needs an apron and a chef's hat at this point. Scott's about ready to make such a remark, but as Kotone's smirk settles into something smaller, he feels the words clench up in his throat.]
Oh uh, yeah, for sure, and that other person is like super grateful that she--they made something for him. [...] Them.
[How far is the fall from this window.]