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Modern Thedas AU
When Bull arrived at the party last night, he hadn't actually been intending to crash. He didn't even get that tipsy, but by the end of the night he was too tired and too loose to really want to make the trip. Sera let him sleep on the couch and he'd been out like a light.
Still, he has the habit of waking up early. When he does, he puts away the fold-out bed and makes sure the living room looks more or less normal. After that, he shuffles into the kitchen to start poking through the cabinets and fridge. He figures it'll be a while before Sera crawls into the light of day, but he could stand to make some breakfast for whoever happens to be around.
Especially if, like Sera says, her roommate is actually around. Bull hadn't seen anyone new at the party, but then, he hadn't spent a lot of time wandering around. He tended to settle somewhere and let people come to him; it's easier on his knee.
He finds enough in the kitchen to make a sweet bread. He's impressed Sera has yeast and wonders absently if it's from his visit a few weeks ago; he'd come over to bake something for her, he can't remember what now. Doesn't matter. Two hours later, there are two braided loaves cooling on the stove top and the kitchen smells pleasantly of caradamom. Bull starts coffee after that and debates cooking more. He knows how much Sera can put away when she's hung over.
Still, he has the habit of waking up early. When he does, he puts away the fold-out bed and makes sure the living room looks more or less normal. After that, he shuffles into the kitchen to start poking through the cabinets and fridge. He figures it'll be a while before Sera crawls into the light of day, but he could stand to make some breakfast for whoever happens to be around.
Especially if, like Sera says, her roommate is actually around. Bull hadn't seen anyone new at the party, but then, he hadn't spent a lot of time wandering around. He tended to settle somewhere and let people come to him; it's easier on his knee.
He finds enough in the kitchen to make a sweet bread. He's impressed Sera has yeast and wonders absently if it's from his visit a few weeks ago; he'd come over to bake something for her, he can't remember what now. Doesn't matter. Two hours later, there are two braided loaves cooling on the stove top and the kitchen smells pleasantly of caradamom. Bull starts coffee after that and debates cooking more. He knows how much Sera can put away when she's hung over.
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The way he asks suggests that there is no wrong answer - if Dorian would rather sit at the little kitchen table and hold conversation from there, Bull is just as content to do the work himself. He turns on a few more lights so the space over the counter top is bright.
"Did Sera get any of the bread or did you hoard it?" He looks over with a grin and lifts his eyebrow. Dorian seemed quite enamored with it and Bull wouldn't be surprised if the only evidence of its existence had been the lingering scent of cardamom in the air.
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As they talk, Dorian quickly removes his jacket, hanging it near Bull's, and then joins him by the counter. "Because I am a considerate friend and roommate, she got a loaf to herself," he sighs regretfully. "Not that she deserved it. She ate so quickly that I'm not certain she actually tasted it."
But Bull's smile is quite charming, and Dorian can't really be annoyed. He smiles back a moment later. "What will we make today?"
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"Butter chicken, lemongrass curry with shrimp and rice. If you want something hot, we can do lamb in chili curry."
Bull's gotten better at adjusting spice levels for people that aren't used to the punch chili peppers can pack. But Dorian's from the north, and Bull can't help but wonder where his tastes fall.