[Benedikta stares at him, wide-eyed. She didn't think she would startle him that much, and as he stares at her, she motions up to the pancake right, but down it goes before she can do much of anything. The sad little splat sound it makes on his face makes her snort out loud...
...
...before she laughs. Really, truly laughs. It's a soft sound, much like all of her others, but it's as genuine as it can be, ringing crystal clear through the kitchen.]
Performance anxiety?
[Tucking the piece of parchment behind her back, she strolls into the room and crosses to him, picking up a towel on the way. And though there's no batter on his face, she'll dab at it anyway.]
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[Benedikta stares at him, wide-eyed. She didn't think she would startle him that much, and as he stares at her, she motions up to the pancake right, but down it goes before she can do much of anything. The sad little splat sound it makes on his face makes her snort out loud...
...
...before she laughs. Really, truly laughs. It's a soft sound, much like all of her others, but it's as genuine as it can be, ringing crystal clear through the kitchen.]
Performance anxiety?
[Tucking the piece of parchment behind her back, she strolls into the room and crosses to him, picking up a towel on the way. And though there's no batter on his face, she'll dab at it anyway.]