She almost snorts because, well, looking at the boy
it’s quite obvious he’s as unreligious as she— or at
the very least, disinterested in the deadpan inquiry
he’s posing. She almost laughs, too, when he flicks
open his wallet and makes a point of presentation
it to her.
At least he’s thorough, right?
Quirking a brow high over blues wide with both
surprise and amusement, Abaddon simply studies
the boy. Vital, as he’s said. What a curious, curious
He has balls though
She can respect that.
“They’re carrot with cream cheese frosting.”
She’d also made heavy chocolate cupcakes, centres
filled with melted caramel and dusted with Maldon
sea salt, but those were her favourite. There was
absolutely no way she’d give them to this strange
boy, even if he would pay for them.
“You have a good nose. What are you— a dog?”
He’s been given that look before, a perfect mixture between disbelief, surprise, and amusement with perhaps a bit of judgement cast in. He didn’t take any offense, not affording to care enough about an actual stranger as much as he did their baked goods. In short, he put much more faith in non-sentient items than he did people, and such cynicism suited him well.
So in return, vibrant eyes dipped, studying the woman once more, now barely scanning over the icing she had unceremoniously wiped on the strange, silken robe. Baking to feel like a queen, given by her apron of choice — she either was very good at what she did or she wanted to think she was. His chances were fantastic if she took pride in her work. At least he hoped, and the last time he had broken into a home for baked goods only ended all right given the fact that it was a friend who had become accustomed to his strange behavior.
Vital at last offered a smile as dry as his tone had been upon his greeting, revealing that it was in a sense simply protocol. He knew the movements and the gestures and the lines to seem like a perfectly normal person yet didn’t care for them nor did he embrace them by heart.
“Mm, it’s attractive, isn’t it? Anyways, I’m more of a cat person."
In short, he really wasn’t a dog person in the slightest but that was besides the point — instead, he merely twisted her words to suit his own cause.
“Anyways, how much for those cupcakes? I don’t even want all of them. Just… a few. I guess. Point is, they smell fantastic. Did I mention you have gorgeous hair??”