"Huh?" It only takes a second for Leon to catch up with the assumption Max is making, but it's enough time for him to look confused before it clicks. "Oh! Nah, I'm actually here to bring you something I'm hoping you'll be interested in."
He hefts the bag on his shoulder for emphasis, his usual serious expression flickering into a small, friendly smile. "You got a moment? I can come back later if it's a bad time."
"Oh? Really? That's nice of you. Sure, come on in. Actually, you have good timing. I just finished stretching some dough, and it needs to rest for an hour."
Max beckons for Leon to follow him inside. Dust (or flour) hangs heavy in the crossbeams of sunlight that filter in through the windows of the kitchen, and the air is thick with the slight tang of sourdough.
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Date: 2025-05-27 09:27 pm (UTC)He hefts the bag on his shoulder for emphasis, his usual serious expression flickering into a small, friendly smile. "You got a moment? I can come back later if it's a bad time."
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Date: 2025-06-03 02:39 am (UTC)Max beckons for Leon to follow him inside. Dust (or flour) hangs heavy in the crossbeams of sunlight that filter in through the windows of the kitchen, and the air is thick with the slight tang of sourdough.
"What do you have?"