[...What is with that skepticism, Teddy, it's not like he's a horrible cook or a... ny... thing...
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Okay, yeah, the skepticism is kind of deserved. Oh well, maybe someday he'll be a good cook. But not likely.]
Don't look so worried, I had help. And, uh, I might've used magic. A bit.
[He really wanted it to be perfect, okay D: He stands awkwardly for a moment, feeling judged (though more by his own self than by Teddy, because self-consciousness is his arch nemesis) until he caves and grabs Teddy's wrist again, tugging him towards the counter. There's a rice cooker and a covered frying pan awaiting them, which is probably enough for Teddy to recognize the meal.]
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Okay, yeah, the skepticism is kind of deserved. Oh well, maybe someday he'll be a good cook.
But not likely.]Don't look so worried, I had help. And, uh, I might've used magic. A bit.
[He really wanted it to be perfect, okay D: He stands awkwardly for a moment, feeling judged (though more by his own self than by Teddy, because self-consciousness is his arch nemesis) until he caves and grabs Teddy's wrist again, tugging him towards the counter. There's a rice cooker and a covered frying pan awaiting them, which is probably enough for Teddy to recognize the meal.]