[ A chuckle bubbles in his throat as he sees the hesitation on Angel's pretty face. Alastor's set up a table for two, already hosting a freshly made salad with a bottle of homemade dressing waiting to be drizzled to ones desire. As his shadow pulls out the chair for Angel to sit at, Alastor pulls a tray of freshly baked bread rolls from the little brick oven he found and restored. Next to said oven say a fire pit currently crackling with a roasting chicken. ]
Why the look, Angel? Were you expecting a head on the table? [ He teased lightly as he brushed an olive oil and garlic mixture over the rolls. ]
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Date: 2025-01-09 04:18 am (UTC)Why the look, Angel? Were you expecting a head on the table? [ He teased lightly as he brushed an olive oil and garlic mixture over the rolls. ]