When no one is around, my dear
You'll find me on my tallest tiptoes
You'll find me on my tallest tiptoes
Soh noticed his stare. How could she not, when he was gaping at her like a fish out of water, some emotion she couldn’t quite read in his eyes? She flushed, cheeks pink in the morning sunlight streaming through the windows, and looked away, both pleased to be the source of such a reaction and devastated that she wouldn’t be able to keep it. Plucking the bits of shell from the pan, she made herself walk away, if only so that she didn’t toss the whole pan in the sink and throw her arms around Zavien, to hold on and never let him go.
His laughter was a balm to her fragile soul, and she looked over her shoulder to find him glancing towards a small pile of ingredients. A small smile appeared on her face as she looked it all over. ”Oh, this will be fine,” she assured him. She could handle some basic cooking and baking, but she was certainly no master chef. Nor was she picky, accustomed to eating far worse fare when she was traveling for days or weeks on end. It was not abnormal for her breakfast to include a few pieces of jerky and a slice of stale bread, so the eggs and toast would be a welcome enough meal.
”I’ll take the eggs,” she said, squeezing past hint to get back to the pan. ”Hope you don’t mind scrambled, though. It’s about all I know how to do with them.” She began to stir the eggs, ensuring none of them burned. Some of the edges were a bit overcooked from where they’d sat so long as the shell pieces were picked out, but it wouldn’t bother Soh a bit, and she simply wouldn’t point it out to Zavien. He seemed tense enough without the added burden of culinary criticism that she was in no way qualified to give anyway.
”I’m just pleased you still want to impress me,” she continued conversationally. ”Do you know, I don’t think I’ve ever had someone try to cook me breakfast before?”
His laughter was a balm to her fragile soul, and she looked over her shoulder to find him glancing towards a small pile of ingredients. A small smile appeared on her face as she looked it all over. ”Oh, this will be fine,” she assured him. She could handle some basic cooking and baking, but she was certainly no master chef. Nor was she picky, accustomed to eating far worse fare when she was traveling for days or weeks on end. It was not abnormal for her breakfast to include a few pieces of jerky and a slice of stale bread, so the eggs and toast would be a welcome enough meal.
”I’ll take the eggs,” she said, squeezing past hint to get back to the pan. ”Hope you don’t mind scrambled, though. It’s about all I know how to do with them.” She began to stir the eggs, ensuring none of them burned. Some of the edges were a bit overcooked from where they’d sat so long as the shell pieces were picked out, but it wouldn’t bother Soh a bit, and she simply wouldn’t point it out to Zavien. He seemed tense enough without the added burden of culinary criticism that she was in no way qualified to give anyway.
”I’m just pleased you still want to impress me,” she continued conversationally. ”Do you know, I don’t think I’ve ever had someone try to cook me breakfast before?”
Spinning in my highest heels, love
Shining just for you
Shining just for you
Sohalia
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
