[It actually comes with a touch of relief to hear him say there are things here that he doesn't understand, or hasn't yet got to grips with. Even if it's something so small as not understanding the ingredients or kitchen equipment this world has to offer-- small, compared with the fact that she's never cooked a meal in her goddamned life, has only stepped foot in a kitchen a couple of times. That's what bone servants are for.
She watches him with unabashed interest as he moves toward the oven, as he begins to ladle out the rich-smelling goodness from the cast iron pot. Her mouth waters as the heady scent spills into the close confines of the room, and whether hunger here is a real or not, she swears she can feel her stomach muscles contract with need. It's smells a far cry from even the pale white meat and steamed vegetables that had seemed an astounding luxury back at Canaan House, and escaping the tight confines of her own world abruptly seems worthwhile, just for this.
She's quick to finish her bread the moment the bowl is placed before her, to grab up a spoon and tuck into this new delight instead. And the first bite is such an explosion of taste and wonder that it takes her a moment to even realise her first ever real hangout request has been accepted.]
Fuuuuuck me, this is like, the best thing I've ever tasted in my whole life.
[Which is perhaps only mediocre praise considering she's still experimenting on that front, but praise well meant all the same.]
And cool, cool. [She adds, around a mouthful of the most perfectly tender meat, affecting a casual air.] Let me know when you wanna go and we can while away a few hours laughing at long-dead animals.
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She watches him with unabashed interest as he moves toward the oven, as he begins to ladle out the rich-smelling goodness from the cast iron pot. Her mouth waters as the heady scent spills into the close confines of the room, and whether hunger here is a real or not, she swears she can feel her stomach muscles contract with need. It's smells a far cry from even the pale white meat and steamed vegetables that had seemed an astounding luxury back at Canaan House, and escaping the tight confines of her own world abruptly seems worthwhile, just for this.
She's quick to finish her bread the moment the bowl is placed before her, to grab up a spoon and tuck into this new delight instead. And the first bite is such an explosion of taste and wonder that it takes her a moment to even realise her first ever real hangout request has been accepted.]
Fuuuuuck me, this is like, the best thing I've ever tasted in my whole life.
[Which is perhaps only mediocre praise considering she's still experimenting on that front, but praise well meant all the same.]
And cool, cool. [She adds, around a mouthful of the most perfectly tender meat, affecting a casual air.] Let me know when you wanna go and we can while away a few hours laughing at long-dead animals.