( James nods and moves quickly into the kitchen to fetch some things. When he returns, he's (barely) managing a container of treats and two cups of tea. Joining Marik at the couch, he sets the plate and cups down on a nearby coffee table. )
So, I have a confession: I tried to make your baklava and, uh, failed a bit at it.
( The man gives a hapless, dopey grin. )
So then I tried to make something else of my own, some cookies. ....Those got burned. ( Hence the smell in the kitchen... ) So I ran over to the market and picked up some from there. There's a couple of pastries in there, too. Kinda baklava-esque.
[Marik stares for a moment, surprised to hear James tried to make him the treat he wanted. He could have just gone out in the first place and bought him something but... the man tried to make it more personal.
His expression softens as he looks down at the tea cups and box of sweets.
No one's... ever made him something before. Outside of his siblings, of course, but still.]
... Thank you. You didn't need to get me anything, really. I'm sorry you wound up having so much trouble...
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So, I have a confession: I tried to make your baklava and, uh, failed a bit at it.
( The man gives a hapless, dopey grin. )
So then I tried to make something else of my own, some cookies. ....Those got burned. ( Hence the smell in the kitchen... ) So I ran over to the market and picked up some from there. There's a couple of pastries in there, too. Kinda baklava-esque.
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His expression softens as he looks down at the tea cups and box of sweets.
No one's... ever made him something before. Outside of his siblings, of course, but still.]
... Thank you. You didn't need to get me anything, really. I'm sorry you wound up having so much trouble...