She rolls her eyes before she slips off the stool, wincing just slightly as she comes down on her bad leg. She walk towards the patio, talking to him over her shoulder. "Not saying you're not a sight to see, but... Coop, you've got to admit you've got a nice view." She grins as she looks back at him, and you could say she was flirting - she didn't realise she was, but she was, it was just... not as overt as he was. She comes back from the patio, and slips back onto the stool.
"I choose," she says as he doles out the salads, "To believe that the backyard taste-testing was for future meals because that way, I get to give you pastries and get the opinion of somebody who actually knows what they're supposed to be eating. I feel like I could give somebody here a Krispy Kreme, and they'd not be able to tell the difference." She smiles at him, leaning her chin on her hand as he winks, but then he asks if she's prepared, and she raises her eyebrows but she nods. "I got it. Thinking hat on, loving your dogs and kitchen, delusion in place."
She knows she's being watched, so she carefully stabs a bite of salad that's got a little bit of everything, and takes a bite- And it's good. It's really good, and she gets this look on her face--
There's a thing about Raleigh.
She likes food. She really likes good food, she likes the way it tastes, the way that flavors play together - but there's a problem. Food? Is expensive. She went from virtually every dollar she had going to her mother to being a broke college student, to living in a town where she'd lived on virtually only rice and beans and whatever she could get from the bakery for six months. Now, she lives with Joel and Spencer, and she's started eating regular meals, she's starting to actually have extra money to buy food and cook, but this?
She makes a face and a sound that she realises suddenly aren't quite appropriate, and it makes her actually turn red. Chewing and swallowing, her hand is in front of her mouth when she speaks. "Sorry- Sorry, it's good. You did good, it's good." She's still crimson as she looks studiously down at her salad because-- because she's missed flavor, but it's just all.... it's right. It's all right, the way he's put it together, the profile and the layers. It's good.
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"I choose," she says as he doles out the salads, "To believe that the backyard taste-testing was for future meals because that way, I get to give you pastries and get the opinion of somebody who actually knows what they're supposed to be eating. I feel like I could give somebody here a Krispy Kreme, and they'd not be able to tell the difference." She smiles at him, leaning her chin on her hand as he winks, but then he asks if she's prepared, and she raises her eyebrows but she nods. "I got it. Thinking hat on, loving your dogs and kitchen, delusion in place."
She knows she's being watched, so she carefully stabs a bite of salad that's got a little bit of everything, and takes a bite- And it's good. It's really good, and she gets this look on her face--
There's a thing about Raleigh.
She likes food. She really likes good food, she likes the way it tastes, the way that flavors play together - but there's a problem. Food? Is expensive. She went from virtually every dollar she had going to her mother to being a broke college student, to living in a town where she'd lived on virtually only rice and beans and whatever she could get from the bakery for six months. Now, she lives with Joel and Spencer, and she's started eating regular meals, she's starting to actually have extra money to buy food and cook, but this?
She makes a face and a sound that she realises suddenly aren't quite appropriate, and it makes her actually turn red. Chewing and swallowing, her hand is in front of her mouth when she speaks. "Sorry- Sorry, it's good. You did good, it's good." She's still crimson as she looks studiously down at her salad because-- because she's missed flavor, but it's just all.... it's right. It's all right, the way he's put it together, the profile and the layers. It's good.