It was hard to believe someone would do something so kind for him. Outside of his mother and his sister, no one ever made him a meal before. After his butler training no one ever cooked for him, it was always him doing the cooking. His “Mmmm”s got louder the further he got into the pancakes. However he eat with a professional sit and cut with the forks much like someone of his profession. 

When she started to get up he put down his fork and reached up, grabbing her hand softly. A smile moved across his face even though his face was still pink with embarrassment. “Freya, they’re perfect. I don’t need anything else but your presence.” He said with a nod and gently let go of her hand before going back to eating. “You did a fantastic job despite how fast you put them together. They’re fluffy; the texture is perfect and just the right amount of strawberries.” He paused in his eating to take a drink of the juice before finishing up the plate.

“Thank you again, this was incredibly sweet of you.”