[ It wasn't as if making sure the apartment had been clean was particularly difficult, most of that short time had been spent pulling himself together. Properly explain how much he enjoyed their time together? What the hell had that been?

Still, it was a small blessing that Italy was out; cooking was one thing but baking was something he still wasn't ready to put out in the open. That was his own hobby, though now it was shared, wasn't it? For the time being, anyway.

He thought he was going to jump out of his skin when he heard the knock on the door, taking in a deep breath before calling out as he made his way to the door. ]

I-it's just me...!

[ UGH. Why was he like this. Baking. This was about baking and spending quality time with a valued friend, nothing more than that. Finally he opened the door, offering a half-hearted wave before stepping back and gesturing for Pucci to come inside. He'd never been particularly good at hospitality, but he was doing his best as he reached out to take the bags from him. ]

The number of eggs? I'm sure anything you brought with you is fine, I have plenty here to make up the difference if anything is...off...

[ Breathe, you stupid ass. ]