Coredelia
It was easy to return his smile, allowing herself to lean into him for the span of a breath as she measures out the first bit of flout, "She did. I learned when I was barely five." Cordelia murmured, holding his glacier gaze, feeling the tensions of the past few seasons slowly melting away. Pouring the dry ingredients into the bowl, Cordelia let the yeast froth and grow, adding in next before beginning to mix it by hand. The wet stickiness of the dough was a familiar comfort to her and she couldn't help thinking this might be the first of many things cooked in this kitchen together. "It's perfect." Cordelia confirmed, turning her attention to the task at hand.
"That will come. I always find it a little easier to do the initial mixing in a bowl." Otherwise the liquid went everywhere. There was far too much of it at the start. A soft hum pushed past her lips as she turned the dough out onto the counter, motioning for him to add in the fruit so she might knead that in as well. "I'm sure he is. If he's anything like you, love, he will have made himself successful wherever he landed."
"That will come. I always find it a little easier to do the initial mixing in a bowl." Otherwise the liquid went everywhere. There was far too much of it at the start. A soft hum pushed past her lips as she turned the dough out onto the counter, motioning for him to add in the fruit so she might knead that in as well. "I'm sure he is. If he's anything like you, love, he will have made himself successful wherever he landed."
Please don't be in love with someone else
Please don't have somebody waiting for you
Please don't have somebody waiting for you
