Zaire was late, but it wasn’t his fault. They had to bring a side dish, which was dumb, what initiate could cook? Zaire couldn’t. Or rather, he couldn’t make anything fancy. His mom was a great cook, who would’ve thought a retired templar could make the best dishes over?
But there were some recipes that were passed down in the Glaive family, and there was one especially that he enjoyed. And the best part? It technically required little time to prep, and was delicious. Or at least it was delicious to Zaire.
Dressed in his nicest clothes, which he had because of his last name, Zaire tied up his thick coils in a high ponytail, showcasing the fade on the sides that he had diligently shaved down earlier that day. He left behind anything that could be deemed dangerous, and instead only carried the decent-sized bowl that was quite warm to the touch. Steam was still billowing up from it but he would need to hurry if he wanted to keep it warm for everyone else.
Soon enough, he was at where he needed to be, an uninterested look on his face as he saw the tinkle of lights and heard the low murmurs of pleasant conversation. He frowned, looking down at his dish. He wished his brother could be here. Things were always way more fun with Dak.
Finally he put his dish down on a random table, looking at it in all of his golden, cheesy glory.
Bacon and mushroom Mac and cheese. But with a Zaire twist: anyone who took a bite would be feeling… well, quite relaxed to say the least.
But there were some recipes that were passed down in the Glaive family, and there was one especially that he enjoyed. And the best part? It technically required little time to prep, and was delicious. Or at least it was delicious to Zaire.
Dressed in his nicest clothes, which he had because of his last name, Zaire tied up his thick coils in a high ponytail, showcasing the fade on the sides that he had diligently shaved down earlier that day. He left behind anything that could be deemed dangerous, and instead only carried the decent-sized bowl that was quite warm to the touch. Steam was still billowing up from it but he would need to hurry if he wanted to keep it warm for everyone else.
Soon enough, he was at where he needed to be, an uninterested look on his face as he saw the tinkle of lights and heard the low murmurs of pleasant conversation. He frowned, looking down at his dish. He wished his brother could be here. Things were always way more fun with Dak.
Finally he put his dish down on a random table, looking at it in all of his golden, cheesy glory.
Bacon and mushroom Mac and cheese. But with a Zaire twist: anyone who took a bite would be feeling… well, quite relaxed to say the least.