Augustine: Song weaver, self-proclaimed Life Skiller. Is a ball of nerves.
Dean has a tail...
I want to tug at it...
These thoughts follow me into my home. I make a beeline for the kitchen, determined to make the best full-course brunch that I am capable of. I see Allan already in there, making cheese-filled bread buns. That is ok. I can use the smaller stove for the brunch.
"Good morning, partner," I greet him with a smile. He waves at me, distractedly, and goes back to filling the dough with cheese. I notice that my recipe booklet is open on the counter.
"Hey, how did you find that?" I point at the booklet. He looks at me with something akin to panic.
"Your mother gave it to me. Said I can use the practice with your recipes. Was I not supposed to read from it?" Allan asks. I soften my expression at that. Mom went out of her way to help Allan out. She must already like him.
