[Elliot on the other hand, doesn't notice any awakening of memories. He's simply here now, in the present with Eren. Really there's no place he'd rather be. Sure, being a little stuck here because of the fog wasn't ideal, but it still gave them a reason to be together like this.
While Eren brings over the pans of spaghetti and chicken, Elliot will kneel down and pull out some warmed up garlic bread from the oven. Because that's right, gotta be fancy here. He'll put it on a large plate and bring it over to the table]
[ itās so unimportant he doesnāt even mention it. just flies over his head. like a plane. wow, look at that plane. now look down, back up, and to yoā man. much better.
eren thought he smelled something else cooking, but he figured it was the chicken, and seasoningā until he turns from setting the table and pulls elliotās chair out for him (because he gentleman), because loā and behold: thereās garlic bread. did he know? did mom give him deets??? he loves hamburgers but come onā heāll eat all the garlic bread and leave a hole in the table for guests.
still waiting behind elliotās chair to push him in, he seems to gawk a little. augh, his mouth watered so bad just when he was about to speak he nearly drooled. gross!!! eren!!! briefly covering his mouth and not letting that happen by a hair, he pretty much squawks. even titan comes over to lay by the table and watch all the delicious happenings going on. he canāt got to the table. table is bad. but heāll stay there at comfy watching distance, sniffing the air with a kong toy between his paws. ]
[It's more a lucky guess really. There was bread and the proper seasonings, so why not make garlic bread as a side? He'll set it on the table and sit down, beaming and making a happy little noise at Eren as he acts like such a gentleman and pushes in his chair.
Which wow, he must've done something right, because Eren looks like he's about ready to drool]
[ heās so bad at seasoning. mom has explained it and written it down more times than lawmakers. it always comes out wrong. but erenās poor kitchen prowess aside, donāt touch the inside of his palm. itās wet. heās a smooth criminal though, and wipes it on his pants before he pushes elliot in. leave no drooling evidence behind.
which is difficult to hide further with such an open book eren is, sliding into his seat in front of elliot and giving his side a clap. ]
Iām gonna eat it all.
[ heās joking. sort of. obviously. not. maybe. he smiles, though, look at the half funny he made. hereās the big thingā elliot cooked everything up. he made the best dinner eren couldnāve imagined. heād try and heat up more apple strudel if you let him, or stick some sausages in the microwave. the cook deserved the first and best plate, so lifting a bit off his seat, eren holds his hand out to take elliotās plate, going for a lovely ball of spaghetti to start. ]
[ meanwhile, across like five different threads everyone else is going youāre a jerk eren. the contrast is intense. his publicly rare but docile smile shines bright when complimented, ears sounding (coloring?) off with ease, feeling like he had been given a dozen at once, and that those were the only words that really mattered. who cares about the rest, not him. ]
Youāre the one who made it, [ it was obvious heād serve him first. there goes the pasta, and the chicken, and two generously placed pieces of garlic bread. once thatās set, heāll go onto his. ] so youāre doing the honors.
[Yeah well none of those people are here right now so Elliot don't give a crap. He's aware Eren can be not...the easiest to get along with, but whatever he's always good to him.]
Hehe. [He'll take the plate with a thank you, being polite enough to wait for Eren to get served before digging in] I told you it's fine. I like cooking, and you're letting me stay here anyway.
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While Eren brings over the pans of spaghetti and chicken, Elliot will kneel down and pull out some warmed up garlic bread from the oven. Because that's right, gotta be fancy here. He'll put it on a large plate and bring it over to the table]
Haha, thanks. I hope it tastes great too.
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eren thought he smelled something else cooking, but he figured it was the chicken, and seasoningā until he turns from setting the table and pulls elliotās chair out for him (because he gentleman), because loā and behold: thereās garlic bread. did he know? did mom give him deets??? he loves hamburgers but come onā heāll eat all the garlic bread and leave a hole in the table for guests.
still waiting behind elliotās chair to push him in, he seems to gawk a little. augh, his mouth watered so bad just when he was about to speak he nearly drooled. gross!!! eren!!! briefly covering his mouth and not letting that happen by a hair, he pretty much squawks. even titan comes over to lay by the table and watch all the delicious happenings going on. he canāt got to the table. table is bad. but heāll stay there at comfy watching distance, sniffing the air with a kong toy between his paws. ]
Shit, you made a mistake.
[ heās smiling, though. there is no mistake.
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Which wow, he must've done something right, because Eren looks like he's about ready to drool]
What mistake is that?
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which is difficult to hide further with such an open book eren is, sliding into his seat in front of elliot and giving his side a clap. ]
Iām gonna eat it all.
[ heās joking. sort of. obviously. not. maybe. he smiles, though, look at the half funny he made. hereās the big thingā elliot cooked everything up. he made the best dinner eren couldnāve imagined. heād try and heat up more apple strudel if you let him, or stick some sausages in the microwave. the cook deserved the first and best plate, so lifting a bit off his seat, eren holds his hand out to take elliotās plate, going for a lovely ball of spaghetti to start. ]
You first.
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Haha, just leave me a couple pieces and you can eat all you'd like.
[Since seriously, Elliot's appetite isn't that big. But he'll hand over his plate, with a big smile on his face]
Aw, you're such a gentleman.
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Youāre the one who made it, [ it was obvious heād serve him first. there goes the pasta, and the chicken, and two generously placed pieces of garlic bread. once thatās set, heāll go onto his. ] so youāre doing the honors.
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Hehe. [He'll take the plate with a thank you, being polite enough to wait for Eren to get served before digging in] I told you it's fine. I like cooking, and you're letting me stay here anyway.