Well, not many of my species can do ordinary tasks so easily. Or more so we don't understand such small interactions. After all this time...I still don't understand the rhythms of this place!
So I envy your skill on doing the culinary arts. Another thing on my to-do list...
My species are indeed tall. Apologies if I intimidate you. I mean no ill will.
While wanting to talk, he knew what was of to become when the sun arises. He felt an uneasiness within his chest that he could not understand. And in that moment, he realised he indeed became soft, and vulnerable. Worrying for others instead of his own.
Puting the blanket upon the boy as he slept, he made his way to the door. Gail coming out of another room and following him. Until they opened the door and closed it behind themselves.
You always keep secrets...