Flick's wondered that too. He's grateful he was only in the desert a year before he met up with them. A year wasn't long enough to permanently scar Lee's taste buds. Besides, it was understandable. Before, if Lor wanted food, he didn't need to cook it. He had one of Lianvis' aralids get something for him. Cooking was....new.
"Thanks," he murmured, taking over the cooking. "That's fine. You're right. I just got nervous over nothing." Flick looked over at Lormy, eyes scanning over the mess of scarves on his head, wrapping his hair safely away.
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Date: 2016-10-18 01:46 am (UTC)"Thanks," he murmured, taking over the cooking. "That's fine. You're right. I just got nervous over nothing." Flick looked over at Lormy, eyes scanning over the mess of scarves on his head, wrapping his hair safely away.