A bemused look washed over his face. He glanced at her, nose crinkling a bit as he peered at her from over the rim of his spectacles. “You… cooked?”
Aya can’t help but giggle. Not in a mean way, but it was just… so ADRIAN.
He was happy that she could easily fix his offer. He still felt bad that he didn’t have some wine to offer, but he really didn’t keep any on hand. In his eyes, even on an off day he was technically still on duty. Staying sober at all times was important to him.
He couldn’t risk getting drunk, especially on a base filled with unstable mercenaries.