The enticing aroma of frying meats wafted through the air, immediately capturing Braze's attention and reminding him of his growing hunger.
"Mac and cheese is definitely one of my top favorite foods. It's just so warm and comforting—kind of like pizza. But I think it's often considered 'brat food'," Braze explained to Nir, trying to convey his fondness for the dish.
The savory and aromatic scent impressed Braze deeply.
"Those smell amazing, Airs. Do you want me to set the table to help out?" he offered, suggesting that perhaps it was time for them to sit down and enjoy a meal together in a more civilized manner. It seemed like a good opportunity to practice the social skills expected of young adults.
"Maybe you could do the dishes, Nir?" Braze proposed, thinking it beneficial for each of them to contribute to the meal in some way. To him, the comforting ritual of cooking and sharing hot meals with loved ones was a deeply caring gesture, almost sacred in its significance. Food, in his culture, was a language of familial love—offering cut fruit, sharing dishes, sending off with containers of leftovers, making your favorite dish, and the endless offers of seconds and thirds, all while inquiring about your well-being and if you've eaten well. This level of care over a basic human necessity spoke volumes to Braze, and he was eager to participate in it.
"Did your dad teach you to cook so well, Airs?" Braze inquired, recalling the few times he had seen Kahlil prefer to take charge of meal preparations.
After Nir finished braiding his hair, Braze reached up to gently run his fingers over it, feeling the neatness of Nir's handiwork.
"Thank you again. I really appreciate it. You did a good job. The braids are nice and neat," he expressed his gratitude, appreciating the effort Nir had put into helping him.