[He hadn't really given too much thought to it, what with the discrepancies between the calendars, but he might have known that Erenville would remember.
E'kayan wakes up to the smell of something familiar and delicious, and shuffles his way into the kitchen some minutes later with mussed hair and one hand rubbing his face, yawning and still somewhat half asleep.]
Elene'shpya? [He says his partner's name around a yawn, hiding it with the back of his hand.] What are you making?
[At least Kayan's birthday was easy to remember. The date actually existed on the calendar, unlike Erenville's January 32nd.
Erenville had a cast iron skillet on the stove, sizzling with two eggs cooking next to a pair of bacon and sausage. He couldn't really decide which one to cook, why not both? While the food sizzled and popped, hashbrowns were browning nicely in the other skillet in the stove, already seasoned with salt and pepper.
On a plate next to the stove was an already fried, thick piece of bread. Breakfast was almost done so Kayan was just in time. Erenville turned to gesture to the barstool at the counter and placed tea where Kayan would sit.]
[He stands in the kitchen doorway looking a little baffled for a few moments while he pieces together what he's seeing and why everything does smell so familiar.]
Oh.
[The exclamation is a soft one, fond, and before he sits down he shuffles over to the Shetona and wraps both arms around his middle from behind, pressing his cheek into the space between Erenville's shoulderblades.]
Thank you. [And he won't say he didn't have to because he's sure it would only earn him a scolding, so he just lets go, scoots around so he can go up on his toes and give the other man a kiss on the cheek, then finally moves to sit.] I hope you're making enough for you as well.
[Erenville can't help the small smile when he feels the arms around his stomach. He also leans down just enough to meet Kayan for the kiss to his cheek. He flips the bacon one last time to check how cooked they are, along with the sausage and once Kayan is sitting, he is plating the meat and eggs. Half of the hashbrowns follow soon after. The other half went onto another empty plate.]
This meal is for you, I'll be making something else for myself in minute.
[Honestly, he underestimated the plate size a little but once he was certain nothing would fall out, he picked it up to set on front of the Miqo'te. A fork, knife, and a napkin followed after.]
Enjoy. Happy birthday, Kayan.
[He didn't linger much, Kayan would let him know if the breakfast was cooked to his likely and he grabbed two more eggs to crack into the skillet. The juices from the meat were enough to cook the eggs on and after adding some seasonings, he let them cook while cutting another slice of bread, buttering both sides and setting it into the skillet that the hashbrowns had been in. Faster to simply toast it this way rather than waiting on the toaster.]
[A little unsure, but realising that the other man would probably prefer something a touch lighter than the kinds of hearty meals common in Limsa Lominsa, he sits down without any further comment or complaint and waits with his tail flicking eagerly back and forth behind him.
He doesn't immediately dig in, though he doesn't exactly wait either. There are a few mouthfuls gone by the time Erenville joins him.]
When did you learn to cook like this? [E'kayan asks playfully, finally making a proper start on his meal.] I wouldn't have thought you'd have that much reason to be around La Noscea.
His own plate had the other half of the hashbrowns and two eggs on top of the toast. Once seated, he cut into the eggs so the yolk would run into the bread and some of the hashbrowns.]
With mother gone more often than not, the Aunties were the ones who were around the raise me but sometimes I still had to fend for myself. They taught me to cook. [He took a bite of yolk-y bread and the white of an egg, savoring the bite for a moment before continuing.] La Noscea is not the only place to know how to make sweet breads. 'Tis called pan dulce in Turali. That being said, I simply guessed based on what I remember and how it tasted. Was I able to recreate it to your liking?
And he looks very pleased indeed as he works his way through his breakfast, trying each part before he starts to mix anything together.]
I think I could be happy with anything that you made for me. [He replies happily. Though Erenville can't see it, his feet give a cheery little wiggle under the table. Erenville definitely will be able to see how the Miqo'te's ears wiggle in turn, though.]
But yes, it's very good. I don't think I tried the Turali sweet breads.
{There's a soft snort, but a light blush in bashfulness. He highly doubted he was that good a cook, he just knew his way around a kitchen! The ear wiggles are always adorable, though, and also a good way to know E'kayan wasn't just saying that.]
Oh, how exciting. [Not a hint of sarcasm - he very much means it.] I think I'd take hunting down sweet breads over needing to save the whole star from annihilation again any day.
[Sounds like a nice break. Hopefully Eorzea and the lands beyond it can manage to stay in one piece for a little while so he can have a break and do something else.]
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Date: 2025-11-17 10:24 pm (UTC)E'kayan wakes up to the smell of something familiar and delicious, and shuffles his way into the kitchen some minutes later with mussed hair and one hand rubbing his face, yawning and still somewhat half asleep.]
Elene'shpya? [He says his partner's name around a yawn, hiding it with the back of his hand.] What are you making?
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Date: 2025-11-18 12:25 am (UTC)[At least Kayan's birthday was easy to remember. The date actually existed on the calendar, unlike Erenville's January 32nd.
Erenville had a cast iron skillet on the stove, sizzling with two eggs cooking next to a pair of bacon and sausage. He couldn't really decide which one to cook, why not both? While the food sizzled and popped, hashbrowns were browning nicely in the other skillet in the stove, already seasoned with salt and pepper.
On a plate next to the stove was an already fried, thick piece of bread. Breakfast was almost done so Kayan was just in time. Erenville turned to gesture to the barstool at the counter and placed tea where Kayan would sit.]
Sit. 'Tis almost finished.
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Date: 2025-11-19 01:32 pm (UTC)Oh.
[The exclamation is a soft one, fond, and before he sits down he shuffles over to the Shetona and wraps both arms around his middle from behind, pressing his cheek into the space between Erenville's shoulderblades.]
Thank you. [And he won't say he didn't have to because he's sure it would only earn him a scolding, so he just lets go, scoots around so he can go up on his toes and give the other man a kiss on the cheek, then finally moves to sit.] I hope you're making enough for you as well.
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Date: 2025-11-20 06:42 pm (UTC)This meal is for you, I'll be making something else for myself in minute.
[Honestly, he underestimated the plate size a little but once he was certain nothing would fall out, he picked it up to set on front of the Miqo'te. A fork, knife, and a napkin followed after.]
Enjoy. Happy birthday, Kayan.
[He didn't linger much, Kayan would let him know if the breakfast was cooked to his likely and he grabbed two more eggs to crack into the skillet. The juices from the meat were enough to cook the eggs on and after adding some seasonings, he let them cook while cutting another slice of bread, buttering both sides and setting it into the skillet that the hashbrowns had been in. Faster to simply toast it this way rather than waiting on the toaster.]
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Date: 2025-11-22 11:11 pm (UTC)Oh, all right.
[A little unsure, but realising that the other man would probably prefer something a touch lighter than the kinds of hearty meals common in Limsa Lominsa, he sits down without any further comment or complaint and waits with his tail flicking eagerly back and forth behind him.
He doesn't immediately dig in, though he doesn't exactly wait either. There are a few mouthfuls gone by the time Erenville joins him.]
When did you learn to cook like this? [E'kayan asks playfully, finally making a proper start on his meal.] I wouldn't have thought you'd have that much reason to be around La Noscea.
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Date: 2025-11-23 04:35 am (UTC)His own plate had the other half of the hashbrowns and two eggs on top of the toast. Once seated, he cut into the eggs so the yolk would run into the bread and some of the hashbrowns.]
With mother gone more often than not, the Aunties were the ones who were around the raise me but sometimes I still had to fend for myself. They taught me to cook. [He took a bite of yolk-y bread and the white of an egg, savoring the bite for a moment before continuing.] La Noscea is not the only place to know how to make sweet breads. 'Tis called pan dulce in Turali. That being said, I simply guessed based on what I remember and how it tasted. Was I able to recreate it to your liking?
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Date: 2025-11-26 11:40 am (UTC)And he looks very pleased indeed as he works his way through his breakfast, trying each part before he starts to mix anything together.]
I think I could be happy with anything that you made for me. [He replies happily. Though Erenville can't see it, his feet give a cheery little wiggle under the table. Erenville definitely will be able to see how the Miqo'te's ears wiggle in turn, though.]
But yes, it's very good. I don't think I tried the Turali sweet breads.
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Date: 2025-11-27 05:04 am (UTC)Then, we have our next quest when we return home.
[There were so many kinds, too.]
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Date: 2025-11-30 04:58 pm (UTC)[Sounds like a nice break. Hopefully Eorzea and the lands beyond it can manage to stay in one piece for a little while so he can have a break and do something else.]
Do you have a favourite?