"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: 2025-06-03 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?"