"Not just see. I'm planning to take a picture." He will too. That's another strange consequence of Matthew joining their little family. Now, suddenly, Max feels the desire to memorialize things in photos once more. He has someone to show them to now. Erik probably won't be too mad if they make sure to keep their snickering low-key.
"Ah, thanks," with an easy gesture, he flicks the donuts over. "Good! I know what we'll be having for breakfast tomorrow then."
Max will happily continue on with the task at hand. With Matthew's careful watch, they manage to make all the donuts without burning a single one. Soon enough, they have a plate full of jelly-filled goodness. And a second, smaller plate with Max's raspberry batch too. The whole house smells of sweet dough and oil.
Max is just reaching for one, to test if it's cooled enough to eat, of course, when Josiah slides into the doorway.
"Times like this," he says, in a cheery mood by the looks of it, "makes me wish I could still taste as well as I used to."
Max, finding the donuts cool enough to handle, picks one up and tosses it to the younger vampire. "You might still taste the jelly. Try it."
As they age, vampires lose their sense of taste. But it doesn't go right away. Sweet, bitter, and sour are the last holdouts. The raspberry might still count.
"Thanks," Josiah says, catching the pastry mid-air and bringing it right to his lips. His eyebrows flick up. He can taste it, a little. Huh. He nods and smiles at the pair of them. "So, you two sound excited for the day ahead."
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Date: 2021-01-01 05:15 am (UTC)"Ah, thanks," with an easy gesture, he flicks the donuts over. "Good! I know what we'll be having for breakfast tomorrow then."
Max will happily continue on with the task at hand. With Matthew's careful watch, they manage to make all the donuts without burning a single one. Soon enough, they have a plate full of jelly-filled goodness. And a second, smaller plate with Max's raspberry batch too. The whole house smells of sweet dough and oil.
Max is just reaching for one, to test if it's cooled enough to eat, of course, when Josiah slides into the doorway.
"Times like this," he says, in a cheery mood by the looks of it, "makes me wish I could still taste as well as I used to."
Max, finding the donuts cool enough to handle, picks one up and tosses it to the younger vampire. "You might still taste the jelly. Try it."
As they age, vampires lose their sense of taste. But it doesn't go right away. Sweet, bitter, and sour are the last holdouts. The raspberry might still count.
"Thanks," Josiah says, catching the pastry mid-air and bringing it right to his lips. His eyebrows flick up. He can taste it, a little. Huh. He nods and smiles at the pair of them. "So, you two sound excited for the day ahead."