[It had been nice to try a little bit of everything, although most of it was so good he'll have a hard time picking from it all for a smaller meal later. Even the sharp taste of the black coffee is welcome to his senses, and so he takes another sip, considering.]
Yes, as long as you allow me to observe you first. It's rather delicate and precise work, is it not?
[It would have to be, he thinks. And it might take a little practice before he can do much actual mixing, but at the very least he could fetch ingredients for her or look up recipes. And--medicines help people. He likes the idea. (Potions can go either way, really.)
Oh, right, clothing. He glances down at the loose pants he's wearing and frowns slightly. He'd seen last night what a difference there was between daytime Wanda and nightwear Wanda, and it had made an impression on him. There is one major problem, though.]
I don't know what to wear. Will you help me once you're dressed?
[And in the meantime, he can go poke around in the wardrobes in the guest room. There might or might not be anything in his size, but he can at least get an idea of what he might like. There are certainly colors he recognizes he's drawn to. Maybe Wanda can tell him if they look good against his unusual coloring.
In fact, while she's off changing (he wonders if she'll wear her working clothes again, like yesterday, and give off that same impression of power), he starts pulling out a few different options and laying them on one of the beds. There sure is a lot of green in there, but there are a few of other colors ranging from voluminous black robes (those will at least fit him, he could wear that if nothing else), some reds and golds and undyed linen shirts, even a few items in blue and silver. Some of the garments he's not even sure how to wear, so he could use a little help.]
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[It had been nice to try a little bit of everything, although most of it was so good he'll have a hard time picking from it all for a smaller meal later. Even the sharp taste of the black coffee is welcome to his senses, and so he takes another sip, considering.]
Yes, as long as you allow me to observe you first. It's rather delicate and precise work, is it not?
[It would have to be, he thinks. And it might take a little practice before he can do much actual mixing, but at the very least he could fetch ingredients for her or look up recipes. And--medicines help people. He likes the idea. (Potions can go either way, really.)
Oh, right, clothing. He glances down at the loose pants he's wearing and frowns slightly. He'd seen last night what a difference there was between daytime Wanda and nightwear Wanda, and it had made an impression on him. There is one major problem, though.]
I don't know what to wear. Will you help me once you're dressed?
[And in the meantime, he can go poke around in the wardrobes in the guest room. There might or might not be anything in his size, but he can at least get an idea of what he might like. There are certainly colors he recognizes he's drawn to. Maybe Wanda can tell him if they look good against his unusual coloring.
In fact, while she's off changing (he wonders if she'll wear her working clothes again, like yesterday, and give off that same impression of power), he starts pulling out a few different options and laying them on one of the beds. There sure is a lot of green in there, but there are a few of other colors ranging from voluminous black robes (those will at least fit him, he could wear that if nothing else), some reds and golds and undyed linen shirts, even a few items in blue and silver. Some of the garments he's not even sure how to wear, so he could use a little help.]