[Benedict is at his desk when Jayce enters, and he looks up with an odd little smile, a slight awkwardness about him, like he isn't sure what to say or do in the face of a kindness like this.]
We ought to have you working in the kitchen, [he remarks, standing to accept the bowl.]
[ If Jayce notices any slight awkwardness to him, then he doesn't comment on it.
(He doesn't notice.) ]
Yeah? I'm not against a few shifts here and there, [ he says with a chuckle, passing the bowl to Benedict, spoon with it. He shifts his weight backward. ] But maybe you should hold the idea until you've tried it.
[ The risotto, he means. It does taste good, though he'd say it's difficult to botch mushrooms, hard cheese and butter. And though he did unconsciously shift his weight backward to give Benedict some space, Jayce lingers a moment longer in case Benedict intends to try it now, because he is hoping for approval on the dish despite thinking well of it himself. He made it as thanks, after all. ]
[Benedict furrows his brow, surprised by his surprise-- he spent like two months in a dungeon earlier this year while an Envy demon pretended to be him and tried to kill Julius-- and he gives a little nod and a shrug before taking another bite.]
[ His brows remain high. Jayce recognizes a non-answer when it's given, but he isn't nearly close enough to Benedict to challenge it. Instead, he shifts his weight backward again, relaxing. ]
Well, [ he lifts his hand lazily, offering Benedict a wry smile in departure, ] if someone wants a day off, you let me know. I'm sure I can pen it into my busy schedule.
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We ought to have you working in the kitchen, [he remarks, standing to accept the bowl.]
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(He doesn't notice.) ]
Yeah? I'm not against a few shifts here and there, [ he says with a chuckle, passing the bowl to Benedict, spoon with it. He shifts his weight backward. ] But maybe you should hold the idea until you've tried it.
[ The risotto, he means. It does taste good, though he'd say it's difficult to botch mushrooms, hard cheese and butter. And though he did unconsciously shift his weight backward to give Benedict some space, Jayce lingers a moment longer in case Benedict intends to try it now, because he is hoping for approval on the dish despite thinking well of it himself. He made it as thanks, after all. ]
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I ate my own boot this year, [he remarks,] you've already surpassed expectations.
[He freezes, realizing how that might sound:]
No, sorry, I mean--
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What?
[ No offense, only questions. ] As in, literally--?
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--it's good, [he clarifies.]
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Well, [ he lifts his hand lazily, offering Benedict a wry smile in departure, ] if someone wants a day off, you let me know. I'm sure I can pen it into my busy schedule.
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[Benedict's smile is genuine, a bit playful even.]
And thanks.
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