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The chair pulled out as Ezio stood to walk into the kitchen.

"Uh...can I help?" Ezio smiled, watching him.

"Yeah." Setting the bowl into the sink, Altair then looked over his shoulder, blindly grabbing the handle to the sink and twisting the knob to get warm water to pour out. "There's some small plates in the cabinet near the fridge, can you get some?" While speaking he let his eyes fall halfway shut in thought.

"Sure!" Happily walking over to the cabinet, Ezio picked out the plates that Altair had mentioned and pulled out three. He assumed that the other was going to eat some, since the container was pretty big. What would he say if the elder asked him who made it? Saying that he did might make the grandfather suspicious while lying to him would suck. He didn't want to make a bad impression.

Leaning back with his hands holding onto the sink, the brunet blew air out the side of his mouth before turning the sink off. "So...did you make them yourself or did you use those mix-box things?" Cocking his head to the side, Altair watched the Italian with an interested flicker in his eyes.

He chuckled in response, looking to see if the elder was going to come in. "I made it myself, of course. I told you I'd make something." Ezio was glad that it was his favorite. All the car ride there, hell, while he was making it he was afraid that Altair would end up hating it.

Pushing away from the sink, he took a moment to see if his grandfather was going to come into the room, noticing that he wasn't Altair then moved over to where Ezio was and placed a hand over the other's own. "I really meant what I said about being glad you could make it."

A soft pink patch appeared on his cheeks again as the other's hand touched his own. Ezio smiled softly. "Thanks." He bent in, but moved back, afraid that kissing him would be a bit too much for the situation. They might be able to do it later. Why ruin what seemed to be going smoothly, or relatively so?

That smile gracing the other's lips once again had a small one curve on his own, lengthening just slightly before blinking once his classmate leaned in then back. He could understand the reason, which was currently in the dinning area. Slowly he removed his hand from the other's own, grabbing onto the plates and motioning to the table.

"I want to try it, so...let's get back in there." He averted his eyes with a blush before coughing lightly to try and cover it up before heading back into the room with his guardian, picking up a knife on the way as well.

Ezio followed him back in, grinning due to the soft flush on the other's cheeks. Altair's so cute...I bet he'd disagree, but fuck that. He's...

The chair pulled out again, seating Ezio and moving back in slightly so he wasn't so far from the table.

Altair's grandfather was staring at him.

Standing near the table he set the plates down, still stacked, glancing over at the elder and wondering if he'd heard what they said in the kitchen. Altair doubted it but when he had doubted before he was proven wrong. Still, being young meant he was naive. Yet it didn't matter at the moment since he could enjoy a different kind of company.

Opening the lid to the container, the brunet had to breathe out slowly. Calming himself so that he wouldn't give anything away about how happy he felt inside. If he showed it...

It might be all over. Shaking his head mentally, the Arabian went about to distribute even amounts of the dessert, handing out a plate to Ezio then to his guardian, whom took it with a raised brow and set the plate down before moving to eat it. Sitting down after placing some for himself on the plate, Altair lifted his spoon and scrapped off a bit. It's been a while since I've had this...I don't think I told him that I liked it.

Opening his mouth then closing it around the pudding, he retracted the spoon and chewed.

Is it just coincidence?

Taking a bite, Ezio's expression softened. It tasted delicious, proud of what he had made and hoping that the two of them thought the same. He'd been researching food since Altair had invited him over, weighing the pros and cons of each dish and what was in his ability to make. Usually, he'd have made something more Italian, but since Altair was obviously not and his grandfather wasn't likely to be Italian either, he decided to make that dish.

The flavor was dancing over Altair's taste-buds, causing yellow spheres to slide halfway shut with the tiniest mention of a smile pulling at his scarred lips. He had to admit, it tasted better than those from people who sold it for money. Those didn't possess the taste this had, this was more...what one would say 'loving.'

It's his favorite... Ezio was so happy. What else could he say when he'd done something right?

"What do you think?" He managed not to stammer in his nerves, even managing to hide his worried expression, stowing it away.

"It's better than ones I've bought." Altair replied while taking a look over at his guardian to see him swallow and scoop a bit more of the dessert into his spoon. "...there's something different about them, it makes the taste more wonderful."

Al Mualim lifted his head with a firm nod before pausing and looking back down on the Grape Nut Pudding. "Where do you plan on going in the future, Ezio? Because you seem to have a knack for cooking." A chuckle then came before turning his attention to the young Arabian, lifting a hand to motion to him. "Altair told me his plans before even starting High School. The boy wants to see the world, explore and jump around."

"I said I was going to be a construction worker and do a little archeology on the side." the brunet corrected, poking his food at the moment with slanted brows from the thought of how it seemed like his grandfather knew. "But right now I'm not so sure."

"Ah...I've never really thought about it." The guest turned his eyes onto the elder, trying not to look at Altair too much. "I just do odd jobs, I don't know if being a chef or anything like that is in my future." Ezio's eyes slid over to Altair, wondering how interested he was in those. "Maybe...I'll try to go pro. It's always been something I've wanted to do since I was young, but I never really thought about it being a possibility."

Nodding to the information, the elder set his spoon down halfway while furrowing his brows in concentration. "Well, that is to be expected. What with being young and all, but I am pleased to see that you are trying out different things."

They hadn't talked about anything important like that, just small things about what happened during the day.

Ezio felt bad now, because he hadn't taken the time to get to know Altair as well as he should. He really wanted to get to know him to. Learn his likes and dislikes, what he liked in a boyfriend, even his taste in food. Everything that Altair had in him.

Getting some more onto his spoon, he put it in his mouth, tugged the utensil out of his mouth again and chewed before swallowing.

He looked at Altair whenever he was sure that the elder's attention was elsewhere and smiled as he saw the boy eating his dish with that happy expression, or almost happy.

I want to get to know him. All his favorite dishes! I'll make all of them for him. Ezio just hoped that he wasn't getting too deep and going in too quickly with the relationship. He seemed to be more excited than Altair, but Altair never seemed very happy, though there did seem to be a drastic change between when Altair was around other people and when he was up on the roof top with Ezio during lunch.

Altair's abnormal colored eyes rose to meet Ezio's own chocolate, eating some more of the pudding while eventually Al Mualim had to excuse himself from the table. Something about needing to rest his weary bones and muscles. Once he was out of sight Altair visibly slumped and breathed out in a relieved fashion.

Ezio blinked, turning his eyes fully onto the other with a confused expression. He too was relieved that the stress was over, at least temporarily. From what he could tell, Altair's grandfather was a nice man and kind as well, but it was just the pressure of being respectful and impressing the other.

"At least he didn't bother you as much as I thought he would," the tanned teen admitted, leaning his left elbow on the table, cradling his face into said hand. "As first impressions go...I think he was impressed."

"Yeah?" He chuckled, watching Altair's movements, leaning forward a little, already finished with his dessert. "I'm glad, I wanted to make a good impression...well, you know why." Ezio made sure to look around him before continuing on, making sure that they wouldn't be over heard.

Nodding in response, the brunet set to get some more of the desert into his mouth to avoid responding while glancing over in the direction the older man had escaped to. "...I'm pretty sure I do." Lowering the spoon, he then looked back to Ezio. "Just let me finish this then I'll put it in the fridge until you have to go."

The jock rubbed the back of his neck, looking rather out of place. "It's for you. I made it for you and your grandfather..." Ezio stood, taking his plate into the kitchen to be polite before returning into the dining room and watching Altair with his arms resting on the top of the chair.

Altair's face heated up at the comment, looking at the desert in what seemed like embarrassment. Moving to finish up the rest, Altair let his gaze stay were it was. He had told the truth, it was the most wonderful thing he'd tasted, that and that Ezio said it was for him. Finishing it up, he pushed to stand and covered the container before heading back into the kitchen to put the stuff away.

Though he seemed to be a little out of it with how he almost dropped the wooden spoon he'd used to mix the stew.

Finally getting everything put away, the empty pot now full of warm water so it would be easier to clean later on, Altair headed back to the table and walked around to move towards the stairs down the hall. "My room's this way."

He followed Altair into the next room with the stairs leading up to the second floor room.