[ oh, that smile...his heart's warm. it's very pure, somehow. nazuna lets the scold disappear from his tone as he tries to take in the fact that he's still conversing with the kid from his memories in real life, then leans over the counter a little to look at the recipe.

tea and croissants, huh... huh. that feels familiar, somehow, stirring an old memory somewhere in the back of his head. really old, past retrospec, past the "second life" he lived over the summer, back to his childhood and a dance coach that feels like a far off dream.

now's not the time for that, though. he focuses back on mitsuru. ] Mm, so you need help reading the recipe. It shouldn't be that hard. Let me see...~

[ nazuna's mom makes a good set of snickerdoodles. it's always around christmastime: it was those cookies that were "only for the choir" that got him to start singing, after all. he looks at mitsuru properly, tilting his head. ] Are you allowed to ask for help, or do you have to bake them by yourself?