Anashti l Brat Pack l Sally & Dr. Finklestein He was just putting the last touches on a simmering pot of jjigae, a korean stew, when Hartley’s voice broke through the soft sounds of classical he’d eventually popped on in his in earbuds. Pausing the music and removing the small device, he slipped them into his pocket before carrying the bowl of stew and letting it join the plate of beef bulgogi, lettuce leaves for wraps and a massive amount of side dishes. With the table looking fully set, he cast a quick spell to keep them all the necessary temperature before turning to look at Hartley. “You look nice.” He complimented, giving his flatmate a quick thumbs up before looking down at his own attire. “Do I need to change?” He was wearing a pair of jeans and his favorite blue sweater. The ‘No Drama Llama’ apron he’d been gifted doing it’s job of having caught any strays from the food flying.
Hearing the knock on the door, he figured his chance to potentially do so anyways was up and Evan moved to open the door for Jude or Dafydd or whoever it was on the other side, not even having yet removed the apron. When the door opened, he was surprised to actually see both arrived together but that certainly made things easier. Giving his usual half smile at them both, he stepped back to give them space to step inside. “Hey, come on in.”
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