staring at it from the fence with wide, hungry eyes.

the Greek's just one of those weird mailmen. He randomly waved at him.

blinks as he spots waving. He smiles widely at seeing Cyprus, having not spoken to him in a while. He waves back and comes towards his house

'I should've known that delicious smell was coming from your house!'

immediately went out of his house realizing it was Greece! "G-Greece! It's you! I haven't seen you in such a long time!" he smiled.

warmly embraces him and ruffles his hair. 'Why is it whenever I see you, you always look so much older,' he sighs, pretending to sound old.

looks up at him. "You too!" he joked.

'Hey!' he acts insulted, 'I try hard to look young-just be glad I don't look like Turkey yet!' He laughs.

He chuckled a little as well, "I'm guessing you're here for some baklava,yes?"

tries hard to look bashful. 'The smell...there was nothing I could do. You make it better than even *I* do.'

beamed up. "R-really? It's such an honour coming from you!"

strokes his hair affectionately, 'I taught you well, too well, it seems. I don't mind, though. It means I can eat baklava without all the_

effort.' he chuckles.

puffed his cheeks a little, "But how would that be beneficial to me?"

pauses. That was a very good question. He then smiles. 'You have a great gift and talent, so that's a big advantage, right?'

"Well, yes!" he grinned.

hugs him again, and ruffles his hair. 'Two of a kind. Us amazing chefs have a duty to delight the world with delicious food.'