[ For one, his love for pastries knows basically no bounds. And for two: it would be coming from Inej. He wouldn't be able to refuse even if the cakes ended up subpar.
(Which he doubts they will, nothing Inej does is subpar).
He gathers up the chopped onions, dumping them into a bowl to make room for the peppers. These he carefully cuts off the stems and scoops out the seeds, plopping them into a separate bowl for now. About halfway through, he hears Inej washing and drying her hands off. Which ends up with her hugging him from behind. Her body is a comforting and warm line against his back and he stops his cutting, using his clean hand to give her forearm a squeeze.
Another thing he never thought he'd end up liking—this much casual touch. But as soon as she leaves, he wants to turn and return the gesture.
Later, that'll be for later. ]
Sofia called me a passable helper. [ So yes, he wants to. Especially if it's more of this; easy chatter and time spent with Inej. ]
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[ For one, his love for pastries knows basically no bounds. And for two: it would be coming from Inej. He wouldn't be able to refuse even if the cakes ended up subpar.
(Which he doubts they will, nothing Inej does is subpar).
He gathers up the chopped onions, dumping them into a bowl to make room for the peppers. These he carefully cuts off the stems and scoops out the seeds, plopping them into a separate bowl for now. About halfway through, he hears Inej washing and drying her hands off. Which ends up with her hugging him from behind. Her body is a comforting and warm line against his back and he stops his cutting, using his clean hand to give her forearm a squeeze.
Another thing he never thought he'd end up liking—this much casual touch. But as soon as she leaves, he wants to turn and return the gesture.
Later, that'll be for later. ]
Sofia called me a passable helper. [ So yes, he wants to. Especially if it's more of this; easy chatter and time spent with Inej. ]