I believe my culinary creation is a lost cause, [ dimitri says, shaking his head. ] So it's just a matter of ... tidying up the rest of the things I used.

[ it doesn't often happen that someone puts an arm around him. and he can say there hasn't been a lot of instances in the school year for it to happen - even the first day wasn't as jovial, with all of his classmates falling in line despite his encouragement of asking them to call him by his name, something he had insisted on because it was proper, but also, because it felt less lonely in doing it. that sylvain would be the one to do it here is fitting, perhaps, but he also can't help but wonder how he wouldn't do this back home.

he thinks, briefly, of shoving off his arm. he had to fight his good breeding to do it. the result is dimitri reaching up to brush his fingers against his, briefly against the inside of his wrist, before he pulls his hand away and shoves it in his pocket instead.

he glances at sylvain with a smile. ]

How was your day? [ seems like it was rather interesting. ]