01-03-2019, 05:05 PM
Link knew other people here liked to cook. His first interactions outside of when he was first initiated was when Clarence was cooking, after all. Even so, Link didn't expect to be interrupted. His ears prick with surprise as the light flickers up, and he blinks for a long few moments as his lights adjust. Then, at long last, he turns to regard the one who walked in -- Kris? Right, Kris. They were ... offering to help. Link considers this, tilts his head. Did he want help? He doesn't think so, but he wouldn't mind the company, either. There's something soothing about spending time with people, even to Link, who barely knows anything about said people.
So, Link lets out a chirpish yip and nods softly. He'd learned all on his own -- maybe learning how other people did it would help? It'd be an experience, at least. The blonde canine inclines his head towards where the ingredients were, yet to be pulled out, and makes a vague circle motion with his paw in an attempt to convey that they retrieve what they want. Link didn't have any specific recipe in mind when he was getting stuff out, anyways.
So, Link lets out a chirpish yip and nods softly. He'd learned all on his own -- maybe learning how other people did it would help? It'd be an experience, at least. The blonde canine inclines his head towards where the ingredients were, yet to be pulled out, and makes a vague circle motion with his paw in an attempt to convey that they retrieve what they want. Link didn't have any specific recipe in mind when he was getting stuff out, anyways.
"we will not be torn" —-- link / ascendants / [abbr=domestic canine - wears a blue bandanna - selectively mute]misc[/abbr]