Speaking: Gold | Thinking: Red
Claude looked up from where he was sitting, his bangs falling into his eyes as he tilted his head at Sara. In his lap, the plate shuddered as a cartoony pig's face unsticked itself from the plate. It floated away as he stared at Sara, a blank look on his face as he registered that there was another person in the same room. He hadn't seen the blue-haired girl before. Who was she?
He looked around the kitchen for the first time, as if hoping for someone to fill him in. He saw nothing but clean plates and floating cartoony smiley faces. One of them seemed to be trying to eat another, with mixed success.
Ah, I see. And is that smell... cookies?
Oh, right. She had asked a question. Blinking, Claude swivelled back to face her, face still expressionless despite the hesitancy he was feeling. Should he speak? No, that... probably wouldn't be wise. And it would be embarrassing, too. Claude bent his head down to see what 'paint' he had left.
Half a glass of orange juice, but that would do. Quickly, he spread it onto the plate in what roughly looked like letters. The bright orange unstuck itself from the plate and swelled in the air beside his shoulder, forming thin spidery lines that spelled out the word:
"Yes."
Claude added more orange juice, and the letters began to change, swirling like a drop of ink in water before settling into a sentence in the same thin spidery lines. "I'm Claude. Who are you? He tilted his head quizzically at her with a curious look on his face. "The air smells good. Are you making... cookies?" he asked, inhaling the sweet-scented air deeply. It had been faint at first, but the smell had grown stronger.
Those smelled really good...