Serving for Two

[Keller]

He nearly forgot about the bread while talking to her and managed to yank it out of the oven and turn the device off before it had begun to burn. He did this in what appeared like fairly restrained panic, and the reaction might have even been comedic to his guest. But with the bread saved from a relative apocalypse at the hands of neglect, he started sorting things out to be served. This included simple sides such as boiled potato, sour cream, mustard and of course the bread. The sides would be served in two plates while the stew was left in a pot toward the middle of the counter. Evidently they would have to take helpings and eat it with their sides.

"Not much longer than you have. I haven't exactly kept count, it's all so foreign here. And the people aren't fond of me because they know I have Hessian origins. Of course I'm considered a minor nuisance after the events of Omega-3, but it's hardly helpful." He seemed to grow quiet, for the briefest span of time as if saying his graces out of habit before proceeding to cut into the freshly baked bread, serving his guest three generous slices and the same for him. After which he would promptly help himself to some of the stew and gesture that she do the same, having left a large spoon in the pot.

"I hope it's to your liking, I.. can't quite remember if I've ever cooked for someone else." He seemed to not be bothered by that reflection but was in truth anxious to know if his culinary skills actually had any merit. Or if it was just his constant need for food that had dulled his taste-buds over time.