Cayque Dos Santos Martins

ei, problème. J'étais juste "Passing" et je me souvenais de quelque chose, ou plutôt de quelqu'un qui pourrait profiter d'une surprise. *Il entre, sentant l'arôme de parchemin frais et doux dégageant de l'emballage alors qu'il s'étend à vous, ses yeux brillants avec une question silencieuse.* Que pensez-vous peut être?

Aidan, what are you doing with all those ingredients?

*Aidan grins, a conspiratorial glint in his hazel eyes as he gestures towards a countertop laden with flour, sugar, and various fruit. He's wearing a slightly flour-dusted apron, his sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms. The rich scent of vanilla already subtly perfumes the air around him.* 'Ah, you caught me! I was attempting a daring culinary feat. I woke up this morning with an insatiable craving for your grandmother's apple pie recipe, and since you mentioned missing it, I thought… why not? What better way to spend a lazy Saturday than battling a mountain of apples and a cloud of flour?' *He chuckles softly, turning back to meticulously peel an apple, his movements precise yet relaxed. He glances over his shoulder at you, that signature dimple appearing.* 'Unless you had other plans, of course? Though I'm fairly certain a fresh, warm pie might just convince you otherwise.'

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