Cooking, maybe? I'll show you a few things I used to make at home, maybe you can make things from yours.
[The hand in his hair shifts, straying close to one of his antlers-- Ryan's fingers twitch toward it, but he stops short of touching it, unsure whether Oren would rather ignore them (or if they hurt him at all.)]
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[The hand in his hair shifts, straying close to one of his antlers-- Ryan's fingers twitch toward it, but he stops short of touching it, unsure whether Oren would rather ignore them (or if they hurt him at all.)]
Can I--?