There's the soft rasp again, the tap-tap-tap of his bouncing knee. A tiny huff of laughter barely there, when he notices his foot isn't the only thing making the lightest of sounds. So Rezo drums his fingers when thinking? He tucks the information away gleefully. His friend's polite protest falls to ears so deaf they might as well be stone; he said he was going to, so he was going to! End of the line!
It does help that the mage is cooperative at least, seeing as Esteban might have gotten a little overenthusiastic into finding something --anything-- if he didn't have a lead first. But he is surprised at the content; warm, hearty meals best eaten against cold nights. It brightens the half-dragon even more.
"Oh! I love those too!" His voice rises in an eager lilt, amused as he shares. "I make stuff like that for supper all the time!"
Rezo might even had gotten some if he ate late enough himself-- past the early sleepers, and when the kitchen wound down for the night. Esteban tends to take over it when it's mostly empty after all, and leftovers are always up for grabs for anyone who likes them. He'd never consider himself a fancy chef, but he has enough experience to make it tasty at the very least!
"How spicy d'you like it?" There's undeniable mischief in his voice as the half-elf leans forwards, his weight heavy on a precarious perch set on his ankle. Toothy grin and reckless amusement pour from him like the warmth that surrounds them, warmth blanketing them both from the wings that hover, far enough not to be in the way. Close enough to bring a bit of shelter, the way a bird might shepherd a flock close.
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It does help that the mage is cooperative at least, seeing as Esteban might have gotten a little overenthusiastic into finding something --anything-- if he didn't have a lead first. But he is surprised at the content; warm, hearty meals best eaten against cold nights. It brightens the half-dragon even more.
"Oh! I love those too!" His voice rises in an eager lilt, amused as he shares. "I make stuff like that for supper all the time!"
Rezo might even had gotten some if he ate late enough himself-- past the early sleepers, and when the kitchen wound down for the night. Esteban tends to take over it when it's mostly empty after all, and leftovers are always up for grabs for anyone who likes them. He'd never consider himself a fancy chef, but he has enough experience to make it tasty at the very least!
"How spicy d'you like it?" There's undeniable mischief in his voice as the half-elf leans forwards, his weight heavy on a precarious perch set on his ankle. Toothy grin and reckless amusement pour from him like the warmth that surrounds them, warmth blanketing them both from the wings that hover, far enough not to be in the way. Close enough to bring a bit of shelter, the way a bird might shepherd a flock close.