[ He hears the footsteps approaching, though his focus remains on the sauce. A few moments more and the heat can be reduced, allowing for him to plate them each a generous helping, the pasta resting in a delicate swirl of butter and freshly-cracked pepper. ]

As a boy, I used to sneak into the kitchens to help the staff, between lessons.

[ Lucanis's lips quirk at the corners. ]

Mostly because I wanted to find out how to make churros, whenever I wanted.