This is all much more technical than he’d expected, though baking, cooking in general had always been a mystery to Peter. He didn’t join in on her laughter, but his face did shift, brows rising, eyes wide in an expression of intense curiosity. Each new ingredient added draws his gaze, his head turning this way and that as things piece together.
It helps that Amalia seems to have grown more comfortable. Peter still isn’t sure what’s changed, or how to repeat this effect, but for the moment he just lets himself be swept up by her masterful hand and sudden calm. ”So... flour is in everything.” He nods, then dutifully reaches out to take a swipe of it, popping it in his mouth without a second thought, then immediately regretting it.
”How does the... how does a taste like that mix into something good?”
PETER
I always thought I might be bad
Now I'm sure that it's true
'cause I think you're so good
And I'm nothing like you
Now I'm sure that it's true
'cause I think you're so good
And I'm nothing like you
