Zavien
Absolutely ecstatic that Mittens had accepted his offering, Sol devolved into bouncing excitement again. He kept his distance enough for the snowball to initiate the game. Maybe it was fetch? Or catch? Or keep-away? Whatever it was, Sol was ready, tail swishing along the floor in anticipation of the companion's next move.
Watching Lena flip the meat and turn down the heat, Zavien tried to keep track of all the moving pieces. He wasn't much for 'multi-tasking,' although he tried his best. It just seemed to make his brain overheat, darting between a million things. He much preferred the one-track objective of a good battle. Coordinating food was nothing like that. However, he pushed aside his nerves again to take in the vegetable options. "Let's use the carrots and onions." He accepted them from her grasp to place on the cutting board. Wanting to be proactive again, he picked up the knife to begin, but his eyes narrowed with confusion. The carrots had a rough exterior that had him wondering if it should be removed. Would it taste any good? And how was he supposed to cut the onion? He didn't think he'd ever seen it done before, and there was a flaky external layer that had him fidgeting. "Ummm. How do I do this?" The light blush appeared on his cheeks again as he gave Lena a playful grin to wash away the insecurity.
Watching Lena flip the meat and turn down the heat, Zavien tried to keep track of all the moving pieces. He wasn't much for 'multi-tasking,' although he tried his best. It just seemed to make his brain overheat, darting between a million things. He much preferred the one-track objective of a good battle. Coordinating food was nothing like that. However, he pushed aside his nerves again to take in the vegetable options. "Let's use the carrots and onions." He accepted them from her grasp to place on the cutting board. Wanting to be proactive again, he picked up the knife to begin, but his eyes narrowed with confusion. The carrots had a rough exterior that had him wondering if it should be removed. Would it taste any good? And how was he supposed to cut the onion? He didn't think he'd ever seen it done before, and there was a flaky external layer that had him fidgeting. "Ummm. How do I do this?" The light blush appeared on his cheeks again as he gave Lena a playful grin to wash away the insecurity.
If you don't like the road you're walking,
start paving another.
start paving another.
