#an attempt to be a therapy friend who doesn't like making people therapy friends xDD

[townofcadence]

"I'm sure they'd learn to forgive you. But we'll do our best to avoid any faux pas." Artair chuckles. His eyes stay distanced and thoughtful, but with a shake of his head, he snags what he needs to from the table and leads him into the kitchen. He sets everything on the bare counters, leaving room for Jonas to work as well, before parting to unload ingredients. He finds another can of condensed milk and rotates it in his hand, before it clacks against the counter.

"What cookie recipe do you need this for?" He asks, fishing the last few things from his bag, before crumpling it up to make room. He moves to the sink and starts washing his hands. "I don't think I've made a cookie recipe that uses that. Oh-- measuring cups and spoons are in that drawer-- the one to the right of the one next to the fridge."

" God no...I'd be a complete outcast from society if that happened. Never invited to a party ever again. " Jonas deadpanned. " And sure, you can help, Art. Many hands, light work. Less fire hazards. Ehehe. "

He intertwined his fingers with Artair's, swinging their hands gently before he finally grabbed a bag of supplies with his free hand. " You get the other bag and we'll head to the kitchen. Wash up there, get our supplies out, all that good stuff. Ok? "