you just look right in my eyes ⚘ c(o)mfort baking (GE)

[FRAGGLEROCK.]

Baking was not something that Fraggle had done before, but it certainly fascinated him. Or rather, the scent it produced certainly fascinated him. The first and most obvious scent was the burning of the forge, but it was quickly followed up by something else. Something even more pleasant. Something sweet, and tempting even to the young herbivore. The sweet smell of the dough was what finally dragged him over, although it didn't really have to try all that hard. Just the smell of the forge being fired up was enough to initially pique the boy's curiosity, wondering what Aesior was doing. He wasn't aware of the unpleasant experiences that the other had gone through recently – which was probably a good thing, given how worried he'd be. Either way, he'd want to help out with whatever Aesior had in mind, liking both being helpful and being near Aesior. It wouldn't be much of a surprise to know that Aesior was almost like a father figure in Fraggle's mind, and every second spent with the other was another second away from unpleasantness. Said unpleasantness was usually Cleopatra, or another member of The Golden Eye that saw him as nothing more than a piece of meat.

That particular thought brought a frown to Fraggle's face as he hopped along, a short huff leaving his lungs. He didn't deserve to be treated that way, and he knew it, but there wasn't exactly much he could do about it. It was really just a lost cause... oh. The rabbit's attention was swiftly torn away from his grumbling when he arrived at the forge, and saw what Aesior was doing. It took him a moment to fully process what was going on, considering he had never seen the actual process of baking before. Still, he had seen fully baked breads and cookies before, so he knew about the end result. Immediately he found his fluffy tail twitching behind him, a grin on his muzzle as he spoke, "Aesior? Are you... uh... I'm not exactly sure what it's called." It probably should've been obvious, considering things like cookies and bread were classified as baked goods. Fragglerock was still a child, though, and he was learning new things every day. Baking was unfortunately just not a word that had reached his vocabulary just yet. It probably wouldn't be too long until it did, though, considering his efforts to learn how to read in order to communicate better with Aesior.

Making his way a bit closer to where Aesior stood, Fraggle made sure to leave a bit of distance between himself and the forge. He knew it would be a horrible idea to try and touch it, and he didn't exactly want to end up with any singed fur, or feathers. Instead, he peeked at the "cookies" that Aesior had shaped, quickly biting his tongue to keep from laughing. Despite his efforts, a few stray giggles still managed to leave him, swiftly silenced afterwards by one of his paws. He shot an apologetic look in Aesior's direction, muttering with a little smile, "Sorry! I shouldn't laugh. Your cookies just have a very... unique shape." He supposed the shape of them really didn't matter, at least in the long run. What did actually matter was how they tasted, and Fragglerock was eager to find that out if he was given the chance. While he spent most of his time chowing down on different types of plants and vegetables, he was sure that one or two cookies couldn't hurt. After all, just the dough smelled obscenely good, and he was sure they'd smell even better as they cooked. The thought was almost enough to make one of his feet thump against the ground – almost. He didn't really want to embarrass himself today.

[glow=#4c2c1c,2,300]YOU CAN WRAP MY BRAIN IN PLASTIC[/glow]