Austin watched the other male from across the table, a small smile turning his lips up. He didn't often cook for others and he certainly didn't think he was the best, so to hear that compliment from Adrian warmed him up inside. "I'm glad you like it. Maybe next time we can try other Spanish dishes," he offered, taking a bite of the hot food. It wasn't bad; one of his better attempts, that was for certain.<br/><br/>Taking a sip of the wine (from France Austin noted), he could taste the flavours. It had a subtle sweetness to it, a tropical touch of pineapple, rich and full. It went perfectly with their dinner. He set his glass down, he was struck by the domesticity of it all. Cooking dinner together, having an intimate meal. It felt like more than just a date. It felt like something a real couple would do.<br/><br/>"So you mentioned you like to carve wood. What sort of things do you carve?" He asked curiously. He'd never known anyone who did that. Did Adrian carve furniture? Cabinets and chairs? Did he make figurines? Austin glanced around the house, trying to see if he could spot anything he thought the brunet might have made with his own hands. He asked Adrian how he got into carving, what his first piece had been.<br/><br/>Noticing a stray piece of rice, Auz leaned across the table and swiped his thumb along the edge of Adrian's lower lip without thinking, cupping his jaw lightly. His cheeks immediately heated up. "Sorry, that was--um, you had a piece of rice--sorry," he stammered, realizing  perhaps that had been too forward of him.