He knows they're doing it to be polite, but Lucas still gives Frisk a faintly apologetic look when they lean over so he can better reach the pot. That does sort of look uncomfortable...but there isn't a lot more to do with the stew for this particular moment, at least. Lucas stirs it a little bit more, and then moves over to another part of the counter so they can both have some space again.
"The cup ones do taste sort of alright. Easy to carry around too. But if canned things need--microwaves..." He turns over that word a bit uncertainly in his mouth, and it comes out a little stilted. Clearly an unfamiliar term, to him. "...Makes sense we never ate any. Nobody was carrying cans around. I guess you can't carry microwaves either...?"
Lucas grabs a small nearby basket and starts slowly sweeping leftover celery bits off the counter into it. Frisk's remark about hearing home-made food is better earns them another even more curious look, in turn; they make it sound as if they've never actually had a lot of homemade food before. Lucas spends a brief moment trying to picture this, somebody that only ever eats things like Cups of Pork Noodles because--they weren't taught how to cook things. Or there's nobody around to cook them things.
...Hm....
It feels a little intrusive to ask about that, though. And there's a more important topic at hand now--Lucas makes a mildly alarmed face at Frisk's highly nonchalant mention of things burning. "I hope we don't set anything on fire, no...that wouldn't be very good. But okay--maybe we can start a lesson today. After eating, though...I think this soup is almost done. Would you like to have some?" He hops off his stool, giving Frisk another slight smile. "If, you've got enough room around your apple...?"
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Date: 2016-01-27 03:39 am (UTC)"The cup ones do taste sort of alright. Easy to carry around too. But if canned things need--microwaves..." He turns over that word a bit uncertainly in his mouth, and it comes out a little stilted. Clearly an unfamiliar term, to him. "...Makes sense we never ate any. Nobody was carrying cans around. I guess you can't carry microwaves either...?"
Lucas grabs a small nearby basket and starts slowly sweeping leftover celery bits off the counter into it. Frisk's remark about hearing home-made food is better earns them another even more curious look, in turn; they make it sound as if they've never actually had a lot of homemade food before. Lucas spends a brief moment trying to picture this, somebody that only ever eats things like Cups of Pork Noodles because--they weren't taught how to cook things. Or there's nobody around to cook them things.
...Hm....
It feels a little intrusive to ask about that, though. And there's a more important topic at hand now--Lucas makes a mildly alarmed face at Frisk's highly nonchalant mention of things burning. "I hope we don't set anything on fire, no...that wouldn't be very good. But okay--maybe we can start a lesson today. After eating, though...I think this soup is almost done. Would you like to have some?" He hops off his stool, giving Frisk another slight smile. "If, you've got enough room around your apple...?"