HARPER
In their relationship he had conceded the kitchen to her willingly, wanting to give her something familiar that she enjoyed doing to cling to. A touchstone, given her relationship with an overly modern man. That didn't mean Harper wasn't a fantastic cook on his own - something he'd had to come back into familiarity with after Maeve's disappearance and a newly aged sixteen year old eating him out of house and home.
"Yeah! I didn't get to cook for you much, but I'm pretty good at it. If you're willing to let go of some control of your kitchen at least," he teases, flipping the basket open. The ingredients are nestled inside neatly, and he's glad to see nothing had spilled mid-transit. Plucking the handwritten recipe out, he hands it towards her. "It's a spicy honey chicken with these thick wheat flour noodles in a dark oil sauce. What do you think?" It had been difficult for Harper to deconstruct old categories and names from his homeworld, words like udon and soba and worcestershire sauce. luckily he's gotten more creative and descriptive over the years, or nobody would understand a word out of his mouth.
"Yeah! I didn't get to cook for you much, but I'm pretty good at it. If you're willing to let go of some control of your kitchen at least," he teases, flipping the basket open. The ingredients are nestled inside neatly, and he's glad to see nothing had spilled mid-transit. Plucking the handwritten recipe out, he hands it towards her. "It's a spicy honey chicken with these thick wheat flour noodles in a dark oil sauce. What do you think?" It had been difficult for Harper to deconstruct old categories and names from his homeworld, words like udon and soba and worcestershire sauce. luckily he's gotten more creative and descriptive over the years, or nobody would understand a word out of his mouth.
some things take insane bravery
but after that, you'll be free
but after that, you'll be free
