[ He's a god, an interdimensional and time-travelling wanderer, living myth with irrepressible power, but in Chris's arms he can smell fresh bread baked just for him and he feels like he has never needed anything so much as to eat it. It will heal all wounds more effectively than a golden apple of Idunn, he's certain. ]
no subject
You're the only one who ... bakes for me.
[ To use that as an allegory for other things. ]
Tell me how you've been too, I want to know.