Heh, well, nothing wrong with mediocre, am I right?

[He likes to think he's a step above 'college student', and despite his slackadaiscial attitude, the place does seem to be clean. No clothes on the floor, no Amazon boxes just lying around....hell, it even looks like he vacuums.

But he doesn't have long to gloat, because he feels a finger tip press against his nose ever so slightly. It's a funny couple of seconds, with Crow's eyes widening like a deer's, going crossed for just a second as he tries to process what just happened.

Rean...that was adorable. It practically warms his heart with how cute that was.

Give him a minute. He's just gotta stand up and walk towards the kitchen, pulling out the recipe card that he was storing. It's hardly audible, so to Rean it may sound a bit like jibberish, but--]

I swear, you're gonna be such a heartbreaker with the ladies.

[Then back to normal volume.]

Here it is! Classic Chocolate Chip. That's what we're goin' for.