12-14-2012, 08:49 PM
Winter
"No, don't worry about it," Winter conceded. The librarian wasn't flustered but he was certainly flapping up a plume of awkwardness. Librarians weren't meant to be the most social affluent animals were they? Especially ones that were wolves, for that matter.
For a short while the pair walked in silence, Winter with his hands buried into his coat and Ray with his cheerful gait. Once or twice a sentence tried to crawl out his throat but when he was about to open his mouth to speak it was lost. A little awkward, to say the least.
"What kind of chicken?" Winter asked, picking straight into a reply. For several years Winter had been fending for himself, cooking for himself, and rarely going out. He'd become a somewhat accomplished cook to say the least. Cooking, recipes, and baking were all calming exercises and often tasted better than tearing into the raw flesh of some wild animal. "Potatoes are good, onions, broccoli, mushrooms, it all really depends what kind of dish you're going for."
The young man's sudden invitation (sudden for Winter) took him off guard. Winter looked at him for a moment, opened his mouth, and instead nodded. "That would be fine."
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