"I would like that," he says, turning to press a kiss into Wrathion's hair as he monitors the temperature of the pot. Sliding away for just a moment to get the milk out of the icebox -- a real luxury in this world, to be sure -- before setting it on the stovetop to heat as well.
Anduin reaches for Wrathion again once there is nothing to do but stir pots and wait.
"I think this is one of the first things I was trusted to make on my own," he says. "After boiling water, I suppose."
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"I would like that," he says, turning to press a kiss into Wrathion's hair as he monitors the temperature of the pot. Sliding away for just a moment to get the milk out of the icebox -- a real luxury in this world, to be sure -- before setting it on the stovetop to heat as well.
Anduin reaches for Wrathion again once there is nothing to do but stir pots and wait.
"I think this is one of the first things I was trusted to make on my own," he says. "After boiling water, I suppose."