[ One day (is he already thinking about one day? Fuck), when his head's a little readier to process this shit, he'll ask Dion what he means by less delicate subjects. ]
I didn't ask for anything in return. [ He gives Dion the piping bag. ] Hold it like this...both hands, arms, ninety-degree angle, and then—squeeze, nice and easy. Center and out, lift slightly as you go.
[ The swirl he demonstrates is plain, no frills, the type a home baker with a piping kit from Hobby Lobby could get right for her kid's birthday or something. The buttercream peaks at the top in a neat point.
Then he stands back and waits for Dion to follow. Novice painter, huh? Guess everybody needs a hobby when you're living in a castle without next month's rent and a shitload of bills to worry about. ]
no subject
I didn't ask for anything in return. [ He gives Dion the piping bag. ] Hold it like this...both hands, arms, ninety-degree angle, and then—squeeze, nice and easy. Center and out, lift slightly as you go.
[ The swirl he demonstrates is plain, no frills, the type a home baker with a piping kit from Hobby Lobby could get right for her kid's birthday or something. The buttercream peaks at the top in a neat point.
Then he stands back and waits for Dion to follow. Novice painter, huh? Guess everybody needs a hobby when you're living in a castle without next month's rent and a shitload of bills to worry about. ]