Darius hummed as he flipped the omelet, looking up when he spotted Mara.
"Good morning!" He said, smiling brightly. "I wasn't sure what all you'd want, to I tried to make a few different things." The man turned his attention back to the omelet cooking, his smile not leaving his face.
“Good morning.” Mara smiled back as she carefully made her way out into a more open area. “This all looks so good. And it smells delicious.” she told him, watching him work as her stomach gave a small growl.
"Thank you! I do my best." Darius chuckled some as he finished the omelet, sliding it onto the plate with the other food.
"Here, have whatever you'd like," he offered.
Mara nodded slightly as she walked up to the plate that was big enough for her to walk across. She was still a little overwhelmed by how much food was in front of her. Of course, she knew that it probably wasn't very much to him but the sheer size difference meant that a single sausage link that Darius had made just for her would last her for breakfast for a whole week on its own.
Darius stood back as Mara looked over the food, moving to start cleaning up the slight mess he had from all the cooking. He hummed as he washed the pan, standing on the other side of the kitchen at the sink.
Mara hummed slightly as she looked at the food. “Is the bread supposed to smell so sweet?” she asked since she had never seen bread prepared that way. Everything else was fairly familiar… even though she’d never actually had eggs before either but she knew what it was.
Darius looked over, nodding.
"Yes, it is," he assured, smiling some. "It's called french toast, and it's a very sweet breakfast food." He finished with the dishes, pulling a chair over to sit with Mara at the counter.
“Oh.” Mara nodded at the explanation, though she didn't really know what “french” meant… She’d heard the word before she just didn't understand it the way he did, it was like that with a lot of words for her. Seeing him sit down, she reached into her bag and pulled out a small piece of tin foil and her version of a bread knife. It was the only thing she could think of that could cut through whatever he served.
Darius waited patiently for Mara to get what she wanted from the food, offering a small smile. It didn't cross his mind that she didn't really need much at all compared to what he had cooked, content to share all of it.
Mara smiled back, a little nervously before carefully cutting a small piece of the french toast for herself. Though because of her size, it ended up being mostly crust. Bt she didn't seem to mind and certainly wasn't going to complain. Honestly, she wanted to have a little bit of everything Darius had made but she didn't want to seem greedy.
Darius would have pointed out how Mara should really try a part of the inside bread, but he didn't say a word. She looked content with what she had, and that was okay. He turned to grab his own utensils then, grabbing a fork and knife as he waited. He wanted Mara to have enough, that was why he offered this after all.
Mara hummed softly for a second before shaking her head slightly with an embarrassed chuckle. “I… I forgot to bring something for a plate.” she murmured as she started folding the piece of foil.
"Mm?" Darius looked over when he heard Mara mutter something, not able to make it out entirely.
"Need something?" He moved back over, setting his utensils down to the side.
Mara blushed when he called her out, not having expected him to hear her. “It’s nothing. I just realized that I didn't bring something to use as a plate.” she admitted as she finished making a small spoon out of the folds of the foil.
"Oh! Here, I can figure out something you could use as a plate real quick, I don't mind," Darius offered. He gave a small smile, already pulling away for something to make into the plate for Mara.
“You don't have to.” Mara insisted, feeling bad for bringing it up. She didn't mean to burden him with her inconvenience. “I… I have plates I can use. I just left them in my home.” she explained a little embarrassed.
"Oh, right, of course. We could always go get one real quick?" Darius offered instead. With his help it'd be less than a minute to go get it, and he knew it too.
Mara looked up at him, a little shyly. Obviously, she knew that it would be faster for him to carry her back to her home than if she ran… plus she still wasn't sure about showing him where her tunnels were. But she still felt like she'd done something wrong and didn't want to bother him with it. Then again, he was already standing… “Well, if you're sure you don't mind.” she replied.
"I'm sure," Darius assured. He moved his hand to Mara's side, offering his smile still. She didn't do anything wrong, of course, and if she said something like that Darius would be quick to correct her.
“Ok.” Mara agreed, setting down her things except for her bag and carefully climbing onto his hand. Though she was still a little apprehensive. Not about being carried, she didn't mind that too much and chances were Darius would have offered to carry her back to her home after breakfast anyway, but she felt disappointed in herself and had caused a problem for him.
Darius was careful as he lifted his hand to his chest, keeping it a flat platform for Mara. He stepped back, heading out to the living room and the picture that hid Mara's home. He lifted it away with his free hand, moving to hold Mara up to the curtain.
In a small attempt to be a little safer, Mara sat down as she was carried. She really wasn't scared of anything in this situation but, as much as she trusted Darius, she didn't want to accidentally fall from this height. The tiny girl looked up when she felt him stop and looked up at the hole that lead to her home. “Thank you.” she smiled softly before she stood up and jumped, tightly grabbing hold the curtain.
"You're welcome!" Darius smiled some, watching to make sure Mara made it without any trouble. He stayed close by just in case- Mara was obviously agile, but everyone could make a mistake.
Mara quickly slid down the edge of the fabric and, once her feet were on the ground, pulled the curtain open. She saw no reason to hide while she was making this errand. As she made her way to her little kitchen she realized that her normal plates might be a little small for some of the food… So she, instead, grabbed a round wooden disk about an inch in size and walked back towards Darius, even though she still wasn't sure if what she was now carrying would be big enough either.
Darius held his hands up when Mara came back out, still smiling. If it wasn't big enough, she could just have seconds! He had watched some while Mara got her plate, but he didn't stare or anything.
Mara smiled back as she climbed into his hands again. It was a little strange that she had willingly done this three times now… she did acknowledge that there had been a fourth time, and possibly a fifth, but she didn't really think about that part as much. “Thanks for taking me back to get this.” she said a bit more cheerfully than how she felt before.
"You're welcome!" Darius moved to walk back to the kitchen, leaving the picture off the wall for now. He hummed some, lowering his hands to the counter for Mara to get off. He didn't find it odd at all- he was probably the most efficient mode of transportation for Mara right now, and he was okay with that! He was helping a friend.
Mara waited until his hands were practically resting on the counter before stepping off. She smiled a little at Darius before walking back towards his plate and carefully started taking a small amount of food onto her handmade wooden disk. She made sure to take a little more than what she normally ate but it wasn't a lot more as she didn't want to make herself sick from eating too much.
Darius sat down once Mara was off his hands and getting her food, waiting patiently.
"Hopefully it's all good," he said, picking up his utensils.
Mara smiled up at him as she took a few steps back from his plate and sat down on the countertop. “It certainly smells really good.” she assured him.