[SE] morning mist and silver sun

// hope, is wonderfully messy //

Mittens had never adopted the puppy eyes – mostly because given all of its antics, it would’ve never worked. Too many were used to the screaming, screeching, and bizarre motions that left them flummoxed and bewildered, which was how the abominable snowball had liked it. So it was left perplexed on Sol’s wiles, before opting to simply snatch the ball into its mouth, in a very so there platitude.

She waited for Zavien’s inspection, and casual enjoyment of the aromas, with her own amused expression. Grinning, she nodded, before checking the hare again, and then flipping it. “The pasta looks good. We can turn the heat down and keep it warm while the meat still cooks.” She demonstrated again, turning the dial to the smallest and lowest margin; allowing for the boil to slowly dissipate into nothing than a few bubbles.

Content that she didn’t need to poke or prod about the next direction, she nodded, beginning to pick through the vegetables she’d procured at the market that morning. “We can. It’ll enhance some flavors too.” Grabbing hold, she demonstrated the options in her arms. “I’ve got carrots, potatoes, and onions. Any of them would go well.” Or all, if he so chose.

Lena

// we must weather the potential of happiness //