He told me that there was some type of little cake in Ravka, when he last went, that he missed. So I am going to make my mother's recipe for sweet cakes and hope that it's the same thing.
[ she arranges the chicken on her own cutting board, making quick work of slicing it into strips before turning to wash her hands so she could add different spices. she never really had time to cook for herself, before living with kaz. most food she had was cheap and easy to heat up, constantly on the move with being in debt to heleen. but she finds it soothing, now, to spend time making dinner, and enjoying it with him.
the thought causes her lips to twitch into a faint smile as she dries her hands, turning back to the counter -- but before she does so, she loops her arms around his waist from behind, tucking her face into his back for a brief hug. ]
You can help, if you want.
[ she murmurs, squeezing him once before sliding her arms back. just wanting a tiny touch of comfort before turning back to the work at hand. ]
[ 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. ]
[ the mental image of a younger kaz helping in the kitchen is an adorable one, made more so by the fact (or so inej assumes) that said help was requested by gentle force. she, obviously, didn't know kaz when he was younger, but she's heard enough (affectionate) stories from tomassen to know that he was something of a handful.
it only makes sofia and tomassen more remarkable, really. that they had bothered to care. and inej smiles to herself as she seasons the chicken, using a nearby set of tongs to turn it over, so she can avoid touching it again, to season the other side. ]
I am sure she didn't call you passable. [ inej has never heard that woman utter one negative word about kaz. and even when acknowledging his flaws, sofia always follows up with a glowing review of his strengths.
chicken finished, inej turns her attention to setting the wok on the stove, adding a dollop of oil to begin heating. ] I think every time I see her, she spends half of the conversation telling me how amazing you are.
[ which, of course, inej doesn't mind. she's more than happy to partake. ]
She wouldn't have. [ He resumes his cleaning of the peppers, meticulously ensuring all the seeds have been cleared out. Once satisfied, he slices them up, adding them to the same bowl as the onions to mix. ] But I was definitely passable at best.
[ Though, he thinks some of the memories have been colored by how rough of a time it had been then. The years had helped but when he'd been young enough to be less in the way, he hadn't been convinced Sofia and Tomassen would be his forever parents. ]
I wish she wouldn't, but— [ A bit of onion spills out of the bowl and he spends a moment clearing it off the counter. ] —most of it is her doing.
[ She'd been patient and determined, two things his other "homes" had been missing ever since he and Jordie ended up on the streets. One couple had been older, with plenty of patience, but they had been at a complete loss on what to do with him.
So he'd run, too overwhelmed by the too big house and silence.
Plenty of times he'd been tempted to run from Sofia and her gentle prying words. He just never could do it. ]
[ he's so careful in his motions, delicately cleaning the counter from the offending onion that had freed itself from the bowl. or maybe focusing on something mundane, in lieu of focusing on what he was talking about.
she sort of understands. most of the quiet bragging comes from her father, in the family. but her mother deeply loved her, in her own way. she simply demonstrates it differently, than her father does. or even sofia. asena ghafa was no less adoring of her only child, but inej was also certain that she didn't haplessly brag to anyone who listened about her achievements.
though, really, that may be because inej hadn't been there, for most of the typical teenage milestones. she imagines asena has plenty of time to catch up and be overbearingly sweet.
that being said: ]
I think that is the way, with mothers and sons. [ she wouldn't know, given she's the only child. but she shrugs with a faint smile. ] But I also think her type of love is even more special, because she chose you.
[ most parents have little choice. saints knows her own don't. but sofia and tomassen had decided to love kaz in spite of all the difficulty. that was a beautiful thing, to her. ]
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[ she arranges the chicken on her own cutting board, making quick work of slicing it into strips before turning to wash her hands so she could add different spices. she never really had time to cook for herself, before living with kaz. most food she had was cheap and easy to heat up, constantly on the move with being in debt to heleen. but she finds it soothing, now, to spend time making dinner, and enjoying it with him.
the thought causes her lips to twitch into a faint smile as she dries her hands, turning back to the counter -- but before she does so, she loops her arms around his waist from behind, tucking her face into his back for a brief hug. ]
You can help, if you want.
[ she murmurs, squeezing him once before sliding her arms back. just wanting a tiny touch of comfort before turning back to the work at hand. ]
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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. ]
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it only makes sofia and tomassen more remarkable, really. that they had bothered to care. and inej smiles to herself as she seasons the chicken, using a nearby set of tongs to turn it over, so she can avoid touching it again, to season the other side. ]
I am sure she didn't call you passable. [ inej has never heard that woman utter one negative word about kaz. and even when acknowledging his flaws, sofia always follows up with a glowing review of his strengths.
chicken finished, inej turns her attention to setting the wok on the stove, adding a dollop of oil to begin heating. ] I think every time I see her, she spends half of the conversation telling me how amazing you are.
[ which, of course, inej doesn't mind. she's more than happy to partake. ]
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[ Though, he thinks some of the memories have been colored by how rough of a time it had been then. The years had helped but when he'd been young enough to be less in the way, he hadn't been convinced Sofia and Tomassen would be his forever parents. ]
I wish she wouldn't, but— [ A bit of onion spills out of the bowl and he spends a moment clearing it off the counter. ] —most of it is her doing.
[ She'd been patient and determined, two things his other "homes" had been missing ever since he and Jordie ended up on the streets. One couple had been older, with plenty of patience, but they had been at a complete loss on what to do with him.
So he'd run, too overwhelmed by the too big house and silence.
Plenty of times he'd been tempted to run from Sofia and her gentle prying words. He just never could do it. ]
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she sort of understands. most of the quiet bragging comes from her father, in the family. but her mother deeply loved her, in her own way. she simply demonstrates it differently, than her father does. or even sofia. asena ghafa was no less adoring of her only child, but inej was also certain that she didn't haplessly brag to anyone who listened about her achievements.
though, really, that may be because inej hadn't been there, for most of the typical teenage milestones. she imagines asena has plenty of time to catch up and be overbearingly sweet.
that being said: ]
I think that is the way, with mothers and sons. [ she wouldn't know, given she's the only child. but she shrugs with a faint smile. ] But I also think her type of love is even more special, because she chose you.
[ most parents have little choice. saints knows her own don't. but sofia and tomassen had decided to love kaz in spite of all the difficulty. that was a beautiful thing, to her. ]
Did she teach you how to cook?