Grell walked over to you, half dancing and grabbed hold of your hand. “I have chosen you as the next player my dear.” He giggled. “Don't you just feel lucky?” You were brought to the middle of the room and offered Grell's purse. “Go ahead and chose.”
You were a little bit nervous, but placed your hand inside. There was one item you easily recognized. Deciding to go with it, you lifted it from the purse. You had chosen a large metal mixing spoon. “Umm, I don't know who's item I got.”
“Hey, that's mine.” Bard jumped from the couch excitedly and took his place next to you, he was smiling ear to ear.
“Normally I'd have something sarcastic to say, but honestly I don't have any opinion about this guy.” Grell shrugged and walked to the closet. “Get in here you two.” The two of you took your place inside the closet. “See you in seven, don't blow anything up Bard.” Grell laughed. “See, I knew my sarcasm would come back.” He continued laughing as he shut the door.
Through the intense darkness of the closet, you could tell Bard was annoyed with Grell's last comment. “You know something, I wouldn’t blow sh- stuff, up if I was allowed to work in the kitchen.” He crossed his arms and legs and sat there defensively.
He had done a good job of making things difficult for you. You took a second to think about what to say before you said it. “Actually, your really good at what you do.” You blushed. “You were a soldier once, so it's only natural that you would blow things up.” You offered him a weak smile. “If you wanted to learn to cook, I wouldn't mind helping you. You can use my kitchen.”
Bard scratched the back of his head as a blush formed over his embarrassed face. “Ah man, here I am complaining like a little brat. I'm sorry.” He cleared his throat and looked up at you. “But, I would like it if you taught me. I'd like to be able to show Sebastian that I'm not an idiot, make him proud.”
“Of course.” You nodded. “You're welcome to come over any time.”
“Thank you.” His smile turned to a look of shock and worry. “Dang it! I'm wasting all your time in here.” He shut his eyes tight and shook his head. “I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you.” Bard quickly brought you close to him and hugged you tight. 'I don't have much experience with this kind of thing either to be honest.” He let out a weak laugh. As you opened your mouth to speak, he seized the opportunity to kiss you, holding you close as he did. Your face turned bright red and your heart felt like it was going to pound right out of your chest. You didn't believe for even a second he didn't have an experience at this. Though you were enjoying his kisses, you were unsure what to do. Slowly, and a bit nervously, you draped your arms over his shoulders and engaged in the kiss, toying with the ends of his hair as you did.
The door opened as Bard was lowering you to the ground. “No, none of that now.” Grell grabbed hold of Bards collar, pulling him back up. “You two will have to do that somewhere else. Now remove yourselves.” He pointed you both out of the closet.
Bard stood from the floor and offered you his hand. “Sorry, I got a little carried away I suppose.” An adorable blush covered his face as he smiled at you. “Since nothing's going on here, you mind if we head to your place? To cook I mean.” His blush worsened.
You happily nodded. “Sure, I have no reason to stay here.”
Before you had a chance to leave, Sebastian stopped to talk to Bard. “Baldroy, please refrain from taking any type of explosive to this young ladies home. I really would hate it if I had to replace her kitchen because of your idiocy.”