Moving into the room to start putting thing on her plate, she noticed Sebastian still in the door way. However at glancing back at him, he then moved into the room, so she didn’t comment on it. She did however smile at him. Being around him made her very happy, and she just wanted to hold onto that feeling forever. What she would do to get this feeling to just last…
“Not too many patients of or other healers driving you up the wall?” she asked teasingly. “It’s been alright. I met up with Evanna for breakfast, so two breakfasts not in my house in one week… living the life,” she smiled, which widened when he raised his fork to hers. “To a lovely breakfast.”
As he started to gather food onto his own plate, Sebastian dedicated more than half of his attention to Aurelia and what she was saying. It was honestly much more interesting than dealing with food he was familiar with. She was something he was still figuring out and he didn't want to lose a moment of it. He wanted the feeling to last for as long as it possibly could.
"No, nothing too crazy," he admitted with a smile. It was a nice change from the norm, really, because his work was very often quite crazy. "Congratulations on getting out of the house," he teased with a grin before returning her toast. "To a hopefully lovely breakfast."
"That's good to hear," she said. It did sound sometimes like being a healer was an awful lot of crazy on top of some more crazy. Especially considering that he ran the department. Aurelia really was not sure how he managed it.
Aurelia laughed. "Well if I don't go out for breakfast, it just ends up with me and my papers for a week," she joked. "Have to try and see the sun sometimes." She eyed him. "If it's not lovely, I want a refund," she said waving her fork at him. Ignoring the fact that she was clearly not paying for anything here.
Smiling warmly at her, Seb shook his head. "And just what do you propose this refund be?" he teased, going along with her silliness. He wasn't often awarded the chance to be silly, so when an opportunity arose, he was sure to take it. Life couldn't be lived completely seriously after all. That was no life worth living. Plus he hadn't always been so serious and it was good to reach back to younger times occasionally.
"I don't know," she said with a laugh, shaking her head. She hadn't really thought that far into you - especially considering that it was just a silly comment. "You'll just have to take me out for a nice breakfast to make up for it," she said decisively. Though really, judging by the smell of the food, she doubted that it would taste poorly. There might have been some hope in there too.
"I'd do that whether or not it was good," he pointed out. Mostly because he just enjoyed spending time with her. Most of the time when he was away from his work, his mind was constantly on it anyway, but around Aurelia he managed to actually think about other things, like having a good time. "Taste it," he urged her, motioning with his fork as he did so. He was a bit fearful of her reaction, having not really cooked for anyone that he wanted to impress before, but he had hope.
She looked up at him and smiled. "Well we'll do that too, then," she said. "I really enjoy our breakfasts." They tended yo be a highlight of her week. At his urging she dug her fork into her food and took a bite. After a face of mock speculation shesmiled at him. "Its lovely."
Seb waited on pins and needles as Aurelia finally took a bite of the breakfast he'd prepared. He wouldn't profess to being an amazing cook, but he kept himself alive somehow, so he did hope she liked it. Then when she finally spoke, his face lit up into a wide smile. "I'm glad."
Aurelia beamed back at him. "Look at you," she said teasingly. "Secret talent for cooking breakfast," she stuck her fork back into her food, getting another mouthful. "Any other secret talents I should know about?" she asked him with a grin. "Or is it just breakfast?"
Her teasing caused him to roll his eyes good-naturedly, though he did also duck his head a bit and stare at his food instead of her. "I wouldn't exactly call it a secret..." he muttered a bit embarrassed. He did have to survive somehow after all. Where would he be if he couldn't cook for himself? "Uh, nope. No talents that I can think of. Do you have any that I should know about?"
She laughed a little at his embarassment, taking another bite of her food. "Uh," she said, holding her fork lopsided in the air. "I can read Latin, does that count?" It was very useful in understanding spells, and understanding magic.
Aurelia looked over at him, smiling. It was really nice being around him, and these breakfasts were a definite highlight of her week. She wouldn't be opposed to branching that out, to spending more time with him. "So" she said. "Are your dinner making skills as good as your breakfast skills?"
Her confession definitely caught his attention and he raised an eyebrow at her. "Latin is an interesting thing to be able to read," he said. It was also uncommon enough that he'd give it to her as a talent. That might be something to look into though. Languages were fun, even when they were dead.
The question caught him off guard slightly, though. They'd stuck to breakfast the entire time they'd known each other, so to suddenly throw dinner into the mix was unexpected. Except that he probably should have expected it. "Well, I manage to feed myself, so I'd hope so," he said with a shrug. "Is that your way of inviting yourself over for dinner?"
She smiled faintly. "It's really useful for magical theory, really." That had been part of why she had started learning it, that and because it seemed like a rather interesting skill to have. "Because of how important language is in spells, and a lot of spells do have latin as base..."
"Uh. Maybe," she said with a sheepish smile. "Or maybe you could come over to mine, or we could... go out somewhere..." she tucked a strand of her hair behind her ears, and looked down at her breakfast instead of up at him.
He had known beforehand that most of their spells were based in Latin, not that he'd ever really given it much conscious thought. It was a little weird to think about since Latin wasn't a spoken langauge nowadays yet they seemed to be trying all the same. "Spells can be very finicky if you say them wrong, yeah," he agreed. Fun lessons learned. "I'd really love to learn more about all of this. It's actually really fascinating." Now he was just sucking up to her. Oh well.
A slow smile built itself up on his face. "I wouldn't mind having you over for dinner," he confessed, ducking his head slightly. "Though I'm also up for going out for dinner." Part of him wanted to ask if she meant as a date, but he didn't want to make things weird if she didn't.
"Which is interesting when you look into accents," she said, brain whizzing off down its path of magical theory. "And how spells and language alters regionally. I don't really know a great deal about it but," she glanced at him, and gave a slight smile. "Well I don't seem to stop talking about it, so if you plan on continuing to hang out with me, you're going to learn something."
At his response, she glanced back up from her breakfast, and smiled. "Okay," she said happily. Wait. Did he get that she was angling for it like a date? Or did he think still as friends? She poked her food for a moment. She'd taken half the plunge already, may as well just submerge herself. "Like...as a date?" She peeked at him again.