[Thankfully, Luca isn't gone long. It's perfect timing, really. The pie has had just enough time to cool, the crust of the top nice and crisp. It's still steaming slightly as he picks it up, while a knife is held in the other. Yes, he's using his hand, rather than an oven mitt. The heat never bothered him anyway.
The pie is set down in the center of the table, between two already laid out plates. For his reward for not acting like a fuck catboy, Luca serves him first, cutting it with the wedge shaped knife, then balancing the slice on the flat of the blade.]
Here.
[Luca serves himself, then leaves the knife in the tray in favor of sitting down across from him. He doesn't take his own bite yet. Instead, he's staring expectantly at the Gargoyle.]
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The pie is set down in the center of the table, between two already laid out plates. For his reward for not acting like a
fuckcatboy, Luca serves him first, cutting it with the wedge shaped knife, then balancing the slice on the flat of the blade.]Here.
[Luca serves himself, then leaves the knife in the tray in favor of sitting down across from him. He doesn't take his own bite yet. Instead, he's staring expectantly at the Gargoyle.]