[Julian doesn't mind. Or rather, he wouldn't mind if he noticed. He pulls back with his arm full of supplies, and a couple of things floating telekinetically too. He closes the fridge, and then holds his hand out expectantly to the silverware drawer, which opens, and knives and spoons fly into his hand. Then two plates do from the cabinet too, and he tucks them under his free arm. This is all done casually, but he's smiling as he turns towards her, because he finds himself pretty darn impressive.
He walks back to the counter to put the things down.]
I'd say it's quite a few steps higher than making a bowl of cereal.
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He walks back to the counter to put the things down.]
I'd say it's quite a few steps higher than making a bowl of cereal.