<div class="floatleft">(https://www.thoughtco.com/thmb/EXwmLQ0O3khWz2mHbRB3RCAlYXc=/650x393/filters:no_upscale():max_bytes(150000):strip_icc()/Henry-Cavill-Man-of-Steel-56f015bc5f9b5867a1c57978.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Michael Oakes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14703824#msg14703824)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff / 7th Year<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle-Born<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 14" | Sycamore | Dragon Heartstring<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> A blue buttoned shirt and his best pair of jeans, a rough green jacket with a little wear and tear<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>  Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Three Broomsticks<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Turned my whole world upside down...<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Eric Clapton - Layla (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0WUdlaLWSVM)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Juliette, Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>It was impossible not to find it incredibly endearing when Juliette suggested she'd love to cook his favourite dishes for him. He wasn't an old fashioned man, and was a reasonably capable cook himself, but it was still a very sweet suggestion. A wide smile, eyes lighting up, responded to her words. "I'd love that." He replied quickly. He wondered how good of a cook she was.<br/><br/>He could only still smile when she commented that she'd eat only sweets if she could. It seemed to fit her well. He liked sweets, but his diet demanded that he eat a lot of calories in general and focus on healthy food to keep himself reasonably lean and fit for his lifestyle. "I'm sure too." He responded. It would be fun and interesting to try the French parallel to his favourites. "None of them are complicated." Fortunately cooking for Michael was easy. He liked almost everything  and was always enthusiastic if someone else made any food for him.<br/><br/>Quickly finding her gaze he tried his best to smile and brush off his apology. He felt awkward for having said it at all, particularly without clarification. An explanation was certainly owed for that one. It was hard to actually think quite why he'd apologised in the first place but he supposed, on balance, it was for the difference between their hands. His body had a lot more wear and tear than hers seemed to.<br/><br/>"Sorry." Again. He shook his head at that. An old classic, saying sorry for saying sorry. Trying to lighten up slightly he chuckled at himself. "It's just all the marks, and scars. I love animals but they don't always love me back." He offered in explanation. Between caring for the animals, the surrounding manual labour he performed and his intensive exercise his body had a good deal of marks on it. There was a particularly noticeable white scar on his palm, now visible as he turned it upwards, where the first hippogriff he'd ridden had nipped his palm when he'd given it a scratch behind the ears.<br/><br/>"Whereas you're so smooth, and soft and perfect." He complimented her almost idly. He hadn't quite thought out how it might sound, only intending to highlight the differences between the two rather than to try and flirt with her. But with his eyes on hers, and a smiling expression as his large hand brushed against her far smaller one even he realised what he'd said the moment after he'd said it. Rather than apologising again he stood by the statement, feeling relatively confident she wouldn't mind.