Well, if you wanna go that route. I think it being my birthday means I get to decide the rules. I'm pretty sure that's how that works.
[ Even if it's not, it will be now just as the tone of his voice implies even as he's stripped of knife privilege. Something he doesn't protest since it's really all about the food at this moment in time, and Sylvain successfully distracts him anyway with the presence of more food on his plate from everything around. One of the options, anyway, since he eyes the remainder for a minute and goes for the pasta next. ]
That better mean I'm not gonna get judged for eating a plate of leftover pheasant in the middle of night since there's gonna be so many leftovers.
[ A better midnight snack than most of the things he rustles up, or at least a far less messy one than most of the ones he attempts to clean up before the evidence can be found in the morning by the kitchen's proper caretaker. It's not an empty threat, anyway, since after putting some noodles on his plate and then Sylvain's, Claude wastes no time in picking up his fork and knife to tackle the bird first to try a sizable bite. One that has him sitting back in his chair, actually quiet for once by something that's familiar just like the tea so thoughtfully created for him. Just as this was, really. ]
Gods. I don't know why you let me try to make anything around here when you're capable of this.
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[ Even if it's not, it will be now just as the tone of his voice implies even as he's stripped of knife privilege. Something he doesn't protest since it's really all about the food at this moment in time, and Sylvain successfully distracts him anyway with the presence of more food on his plate from everything around. One of the options, anyway, since he eyes the remainder for a minute and goes for the pasta next. ]
That better mean I'm not gonna get judged for eating a plate of leftover pheasant in the middle of night since there's gonna be so many leftovers.
[ A better midnight snack than most of the things he rustles up, or at least a far less messy one than most of the ones he attempts to clean up before the evidence can be found in the morning by the kitchen's proper caretaker. It's not an empty threat, anyway, since after putting some noodles on his plate and then Sylvain's, Claude wastes no time in picking up his fork and knife to tackle the bird first to try a sizable bite. One that has him sitting back in his chair, actually quiet for once by something that's familiar just like the tea so thoughtfully created for him. Just as this was, really. ]
Gods. I don't know why you let me try to make anything around here when you're capable of this.