can smell sweets... and might be sneaking his way into his house to get some.

might share... maybe... he was in a good mood. Though for now he was oblivious to the intrusion and was happily dipping his roll in coffee.

sneaks up behind him, and peeks over his shoulder.

ignores him for a moment as he continued eating. He glanced at a large plate on the table that was overflowing with cinnamon rolls he'd_

made that morning. He figured that was a good enough invitation for the Dane and hoped it would get Soren to stop peering over his shoulder.

smiles and reachers over, stealing one and nibbling on it.

shuffled his chair away and gave him a brief welcoming glare before focusing his attention on a newspaper.

smirks at him, before grabbing another and nibbles on both. "Haven't seen ye in a while."

"Ah," he nodded gruffly. Not long enough in his opinion, but he'd keep that thought to himself. At least he'd made extra; he had a tendency_

to make too much food, so it was nice to have someone else other than him eating it. He assured himself that that was the only nice thing_

about the Dane visiting.

finished one, then the other. Then stole a sip of coffee before grabbing more.

glanced at his cup of coffee with thinly veiled disgust. "Y' could've gott'n your own." He cringed as he stood up while folding the paper_

and setting it besides his plate and cup. He grabbed the cup and carried it to the sink before draining it of the coffee. He pulled out two_

fresh cups from the pantry and made one for Soren as well. Not because he was trying to be a polite host, but because he didn't particularly

want to share his own cup.

smirks as he watched him. "Tak, Swede~" He sat on the table and watched him.

rolled his eyes and sat back down. He set down both of the cups and returned to his paper, unfolding it neatly and attempting to find where_

he had left off.

takes his coffee, sipping it. Then scrunched his eyes and got up, looking for sugar.

smirked behind his paper but didn't bother showing him where the sugar jar was. (In a nondescript jar on the counter besides three_

matching jars which held powdered sugar, salt, and flour.)

eventually noticed the jars and stared at them. He hummed before opening one, and tasting it. Then made a face. "Gross."

fought the urge to snicker and sipped at his own black coffee. He usually added a bit of sugar, but he was content to drink it black if it_

meant risking Soren mistaking salt for sugar.

did... and it sucked. He then grabbed another, but noticed before trying it that it was flour. He was use to the stuff. So he finally got

the last jar and tasted it. "Ah ha!" Then proceeded to put a ton into his mug.

gave a soft snort before taking a small bite of his roll.

comes back a bit later, leaving the jars where he left them and sips his coffee, nodding. It was good~

expected no less. He looked over the edge of his paper with a frown.

looks over to him, smirking. "Somethin' wrong?"

shook his head with a dry scoff and went back to reading. He didn't enjoy the company; it was just nice to have someone else in the house,_

that was all.

was glad to be around, as long as there was something sweet to eat.

figured as much, hence the reason he tried to conceal his horrific sweet tooth more often than not.

sat on the table again and continued to eat the sweets.

grabbed another one for himself, ignoring the Dane still, and nibbled on it. This would be his last one as he didn't want a stomach ache.

would probably eat them until they were gone.

would glare at him if that were the case... and possibly make more when he had time.

thinks he was invited in, so he can have what he wants.

thinks that Soren's idea of being invited in is very broad... simply leaving a window or door unlocked was not an open invitation.

figured it was. They were brothers anyways.

expected no less, though he had always hoped that he might one day learn how to knock.