Prolegomenon (4)

Demian turned a wide-eyed stare onto Remi. "You made these?" It was an unusual sentence to hear out of the mouth of a noble. Most nobles believed that cooking was an art that was beneath them and was more suited to commoners.

Remi's lips dipped downward at the corners. "Is it that weird? My family used to freak out about it at first but now they actively join me in the kitchen when they have time." His cheeks had turned a light shade of pink.

"I didn't mean it in a bad way. It was just surprising to hear," Demian hurriedly spoke, almost stumbling over his words. He picked up a sandwich and took a bite. "Mmm," he exaggerated a pleased moan as he chewed. "It's delicious," he said honestly.

Remi's frown deepened. "Say that after you've eaten more than just a simple egg sandwich."