"I know; I've eaten the pizza and Japanese fast food versions are better." César teases; hearing the seaweed being opened and tasted is music to his ears.
Learning that about Ylva makes César laugh a little; he assumes she's hesitating to figure out a nice way to frame it once she speaks. "She is, and quite the supportive one, considering she knew I was doing this for you."
The peace on Magne's face drives César to drape his arms over her shoulders in a loose hug from behind. If he can help it, this would be the last season she would ever need to worry. He kisses her cheek and then rests his cheek against it, for a moment remembering a similar scene between his parents. César looks down at the food and sees their future.
"... Paella, specifically. Everything together in one pan. It's the wrong rice, and we're missing some spices, but it'll work, and it's fairly quick." He can talk quieter now with how close they are, the warmth floating in his voice. "And it'll make a ton of leftovers."
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Learning that about Ylva makes César laugh a little; he assumes she's hesitating to figure out a nice way to frame it once she speaks. "She is, and quite the supportive one, considering she knew I was doing this for you."
The peace on Magne's face drives César to drape his arms over her shoulders in a loose hug from behind. If he can help it, this would be the last season she would ever need to worry. He kisses her cheek and then rests his cheek against it, for a moment remembering a similar scene between his parents. César looks down at the food and sees their future.
"... Paella, specifically. Everything together in one pan. It's the wrong rice, and we're missing some spices, but it'll work, and it's fairly quick." He can talk quieter now with how close they are, the warmth floating in his voice. "And it'll make a ton of leftovers."