[ Inej separates the vegetables from the meat, setting the onions and peppers off to the side. He lets her take care of the chicken, not daring to try his hand at cutting it up. After he moved out and before Inej, dealing with raw meat had always been a challenge. Either he ended up picking an alternative or used dish washing gloves to force his way through it.
That was not the most dexterous way. He'd been reluctant to let Inej handle it all but now he's simply relieved. Besides, he can chop the onions without tearing up too much.
(He's teased her that it's a matter of how close she was to the counter and therefore, the onions themselves). ]
What kind? [ Not that Tomassen is picky. The only other person he's ever met that loved baked goods as much as his father was Nina.
Peeling the onion, he uses a separate board to dice it. This was something he never thought he'd end up liking—cooking alongside someone else. Growing up, he'd helped Sofia sometimes, but her kitchen wasn't really meant for two people to be in. Or maybe she just shooed him out a lot. ]
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That was not the most dexterous way. He'd been reluctant to let Inej handle it all but now he's simply relieved. Besides, he can chop the onions without tearing up too much.
(He's teased her that it's a matter of how close she was to the counter and therefore, the onions themselves). ]
What kind? [ Not that Tomassen is picky. The only other person he's ever met that loved baked goods as much as his father was Nina.
Peeling the onion, he uses a separate board to dice it. This was something he never thought he'd end up liking—cooking alongside someone else. Growing up, he'd helped Sofia sometimes, but her kitchen wasn't really meant for two people to be in. Or maybe she just shooed him out a lot. ]