Llewellyn’s brow perked up with interest at the offer. He certainly wouldn’t say no to taking pie home with him tonight. Yes, he was that easy to read sometimes. “Are you sure? I certainly would be happy to take a couple off of your hands, and the seeds as well. I’m not actually sure if my husband would have had them before or not, so he might like to try them too.” Really, there seemed to be so many differences between his world and Rhy’s that it was often an interesting endeavour to find things that one or the other hadn’t had before.
Now, the detective had to turn his attention back to the item he’d been looking for. The bundle was carefully wrapped and tied off with twine, though the paper was a little wrinkled from being tucked in his pocket. “Now, Rhy and I left something on the gift table for you and your husband, but uh… I had a thought recently and it seemed this would be a congratulation gift between friends.” He added, offering the package over.
Inside, Ignis would find a green leather-bound notebook. “I recently had to have some new notebooks made for myself after I filled the last, and it struck me that chefs may also have use for something to write in as well.” He explained with an awkward grin. Llewellyn went through notebooks quite fast… Always writing everything down, both to avoid forgetting things and to review later. Otherwise, he found them handy for pressing flowers he found or scribbling doodles out.
“So! I asked if one could be made with a proper layout for writing recipes.” He gestured to the pages with an animated wave. “I thought perhaps you might like to note your own recipes or changes you’ve made to others…? Something to go with your new kitchen when you move.”
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Now, the detective had to turn his attention back to the item he’d been looking for. The bundle was carefully wrapped and tied off with twine, though the paper was a little wrinkled from being tucked in his pocket. “Now, Rhy and I left something on the gift table for you and your husband, but uh… I had a thought recently and it seemed this would be a congratulation gift between friends.” He added, offering the package over.
Inside, Ignis would find a green leather-bound notebook. “I recently had to have some new notebooks made for myself after I filled the last, and it struck me that chefs may also have use for something to write in as well.” He explained with an awkward grin. Llewellyn went through notebooks quite fast… Always writing everything down, both to avoid forgetting things and to review later. Otherwise, he found them handy for pressing flowers he found or scribbling doodles out.
“So! I asked if one could be made with a proper layout for writing recipes.” He gestured to the pages with an animated wave. “I thought perhaps you might like to note your own recipes or changes you’ve made to others…? Something to go with your new kitchen when you move.”