These trails of paper strewn across the floor
Mat's been away for longer than he would've thought possible a few months ago. Almost two months now since the Plagues, almost two months since...
Jack's taken care of him, for the most part. Made sure he had food and stuff, anyway, and someone to hold on to at night when he woke up feeling like he should be screaming but unable to make a sound. And then he went to the Conrad, and let Grace fuss over him for a week or so, and made a new friend.
Said new friend gave him a very delicious recipe for home-made hot chocolate and marshmallows.
So clearly, when coming back to the Gauche (and his ward), his idea of a good plan is to to have the taxi stop at a grocery store briefly on the way back, and then to take all those ingredients into his room (quietly) to make home-made hot chocolate and marshmallows.
If you're going to say sorry for disappearing like a crazy person for almost two months, chocolate's gotta be a pretty good way to do it. And cookies. He can do cookies even without an awesome Pennyworth family recipe, though he has to look one up online because the only one he knows by heart is the one he and his mom used to make, and that's... not a good memory to dredge up right now.
After he manages to get everything made and edible (surprisingly easy, with Alfred's recipe), he arranges the cookies neatly on a plate, and pours hot chocolate in a mug with a couple large marshmallows (no whipped cream, you can't have marshmallows and whipped cream, after all), and quietly goes across the hall to Buffy's door and knocks. He almost panics that she's not there and this will all be for nothing, and reassures himself that he'd know if she WASN'T there.
Buffy's about to open her door on the most sheepish, awkward almost-six-and-a-half-foot-tall angel ever.
Jack's taken care of him, for the most part. Made sure he had food and stuff, anyway, and someone to hold on to at night when he woke up feeling like he should be screaming but unable to make a sound. And then he went to the Conrad, and let Grace fuss over him for a week or so, and made a new friend.
Said new friend gave him a very delicious recipe for home-made hot chocolate and marshmallows.
So clearly, when coming back to the Gauche (and his ward), his idea of a good plan is to to have the taxi stop at a grocery store briefly on the way back, and then to take all those ingredients into his room (quietly) to make home-made hot chocolate and marshmallows.
If you're going to say sorry for disappearing like a crazy person for almost two months, chocolate's gotta be a pretty good way to do it. And cookies. He can do cookies even without an awesome Pennyworth family recipe, though he has to look one up online because the only one he knows by heart is the one he and his mom used to make, and that's... not a good memory to dredge up right now.
After he manages to get everything made and edible (surprisingly easy, with Alfred's recipe), he arranges the cookies neatly on a plate, and pours hot chocolate in a mug with a couple large marshmallows (no whipped cream, you can't have marshmallows and whipped cream, after all), and quietly goes across the hall to Buffy's door and knocks. He almost panics that she's not there and this will all be for nothing, and reassures himself that he'd know if she WASN'T there.
Buffy's about to open her door on the most sheepish, awkward almost-six-and-a-half-foot-tall angel ever.