A new favourite meal (Amaryllis POV)

I wished I knew where my hairbrush was. I found the clothes we had bought the night before and managed to pull together a reasonably cute outfit, if not for the fact that I didn't have any scissors to cut the tags off. I had forgotten to buy makeup, so I knew that was a lost cause, but I knew I had a hairbrush...somewhere! It was starting to bother me, and not just because I wanted to look as good as possible for Grant. After a while, I gave up on looking for it. One of the many lucky things about being an Alma is that I don't need foundation to cover up any pores or blemishes in my skin, so I didn't need makeup. Of course, I would still like some mascara to draw attention to my eyes, as I think they are my best feature. Unfortunately, I didn't have any mascara, so I'll just have to deal with that.

After combing my fingers through my hair ineffectually, straightening my clothes unnecessarily, and taking a few deep breaths unsteadily, I stepped out of the bedroom. Grant heard me and looked up at me. I like reading poems from online forums, and I once read one where it described a man "making mirrors of his eyes, so that his lover could see her own beauty reflected back." I had thought that the poet was being overly romantic, but in this moment, those were the only words I could use to describe the look on his face.

Maybe I didn't need that hairbrush after all.

I swaggered up to the kitchen table, suddenly feeling a massive boost to my confidence. Grant, with performative elegance, pulls a chair out for me. I consider refusing to sit down unless he sits down first, and then immediately sitting in his lap. As delicious as that idea sounds, I think that Grant will panic if I refuse now. So I graciously take my seat. Grant sets the table around me, placing down plates, forks, napkins, syrup, and finally, a plate of slightly steaming pancakes.

"I actually came up with this recipe myself," Grant said, as he piled pancakes onto his own plate, "By which I mean I found a recipe for pancakes online, altered the measurements a little, and added cinnamon."

He finished putting pancakes on his plate and took mine from me, piling an enormous amount of pancakes onto it.

"I... don't actually need to eat that much," I said. Frankly, I don't think anyone needs that many pancakes. I realize it is only slightly less than the amount that Grant has on his plate.

"Are you sure?" Grant looked genuinely concerned, "You don't need to feel worried about eating too much, I've got plenty of food to share."

I giggled, "I'm not worried about anything, I just don't eat my entire bodyweight in pancakes."

Grant favoured me with a smile, "I suppose not. Make sure to try it with some syrup, I think that's the best way to have it."

"Y'know, I've never really liked syrup all that much," I said conversationally.

Grant quietly set down the syrup and gave me a really intense look, "Did you have maple syrup or table syrup?" he said with an almost frightening level of seriousness.

"Uhh...Is there a difference?" I said nervously, subconsciously rubbing my thighs together.

Grant sighed, "So table syrup then. I'm about to change your entire life." He delicately poured out some of the syrup onto his plate. He cut a piece of his pancake, dipped it in the syrup, and then raised it to my lips, "Eat."

Blushing slightly, I opened my mouth and leaned forward. It did taste better than the previous syrup I've had. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't call it life-changing, but having my Master finally act like a Master was life-changing.

I smile, "It tastes good."