[ With talk of retainers and his general air, Sebastian had assumed nobility, and so it’s a little bit surprising to hear that the finery he speaks of is novel. It gives him an idea of the sort of place that Voryn is from, and in considering it for a moment, he imagines it as a place that would be akin to how humanity was not even all that long ago (by his standards, at least). The meal of an English lord only a few hundred years ago would be entirely different and much simpler, after all. In a way, he’s a bit glad that he had a master that demand he cook in the age of much more readily available spices and other ingredients.
He listens attentively and thoughtfully, though he does bow his head in thanks as he’s called an experienced chef. It’s praise he’ll very happily take since he hasn’t been cooking for people that appreciate such things lately. And with a very thorough answer given in return, it sparks a sense of challenge for Sebastian not unlike when Ciel had tasked him with making a perfect curry. Sebastian isn’t just a good chef, after all, he’s a dedicated perfectionist to the craft. ]
Well, I know we have just met, but hearing that, it almost feels my duty to offer! If you would be interested, I would be very happy to offer you the sort of formal dinner service that my master would have asked me to prepare for distinguished guests. I do believe I can incorporate such flavors and textures that will at least be satisfyingly familiar, if not the exact things you are used to.
[ Though, having given a dinner invitation before an introduction makes him laugh warmly, and he brings a gloved hand to his chest lightly in a formal gesture before dipping into a light bow. It’s not as formal as what he may give with such an invitation normally, but he’s also not going to stand to make it a Whole Thing. ]
But, as I have been terribly presumptuous to even offer, please pardon me for not introducing myself earlier. [ His tone is lightly teasing and cloying, because by Victorian standards, it’s rude, but he hasn’t met anyone yet that follows such strict standards… But it doesn’t mean it isn’t fun to play with a bit. He at least offers his name with a sincere warmth. ] Sebastian Michaelis. It is a pleasure.
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He listens attentively and thoughtfully, though he does bow his head in thanks as he’s called an experienced chef. It’s praise he’ll very happily take since he hasn’t been cooking for people that appreciate such things lately. And with a very thorough answer given in return, it sparks a sense of challenge for Sebastian not unlike when Ciel had tasked him with making a perfect curry. Sebastian isn’t just a good chef, after all, he’s a dedicated perfectionist to the craft. ]
Well, I know we have just met, but hearing that, it almost feels my duty to offer! If you would be interested, I would be very happy to offer you the sort of formal dinner service that my master would have asked me to prepare for distinguished guests. I do believe I can incorporate such flavors and textures that will at least be satisfyingly familiar, if not the exact things you are used to.
[ Though, having given a dinner invitation before an introduction makes him laugh warmly, and he brings a gloved hand to his chest lightly in a formal gesture before dipping into a light bow. It’s not as formal as what he may give with such an invitation normally, but he’s also not going to stand to make it a Whole Thing. ]
But, as I have been terribly presumptuous to even offer, please pardon me for not introducing myself earlier. [ His tone is lightly teasing and cloying, because by Victorian standards, it’s rude, but he hasn’t met anyone yet that follows such strict standards… But it doesn’t mean it isn’t fun to play with a bit. He at least offers his name with a sincere warmth. ] Sebastian Michaelis. It is a pleasure.