[ There's a little furrow to her brow as she, without missing a beat, leans forward to wrap her lips around that spoon and do as told. It's clear she has words and thoughts about his previous comment, but Lottie is a girl who loves snacks.
(Especially snacks that are spoon fed to her.) ]
Mmm. [ Approval? ] You're trying to distract me! [ Irritation. She licks her lips, looks up to the sky as she debates over the flavor. Then: confusion. ] What is that? Needs to be hotter.
Thought so. [Muttered, spoon tossed towards the sink, he starts picking through the jars of spices already scattered on the counter.] It's solyanka. And I'm not trying to distract you.
[He just multitasks as a default, keep up.]
Gilia is from somewhere kind of dark ages, so when I say she's acting married to that asshole, she's seriously acting married.
[ She listens, half happy to see she's right (she always is, in this kitchen) and half annoyed at the fact that's all she gets. Still, she is a good egg, choosing to cock a hip where she stands as she wipes at her lips with her apronβ instead of leaning against his clean counters. ]
Can we go back to talking about the solyanka?
[ Partially joking. ]
That's rough, though.. Actual marriage. [ She shivers. ] You better hope real marriage doesn't exist here or Gilia is screwed.
What's the difference, that the locals start treating them as married, too?
[That's a good point though, he should probably check out what the Rubean laws around marriage were. Before Cesare got himself in some real crap, and took Gilia with him.
He plucks out one jar from the collection, popping the lid off.]
Could serve it with a spoonful of horseradish in the middle, what do you think?
[ Her brows raise at him, knowingly. Of course that's the difference! And because she's right (she always is), she's going to go ahead and grab a spoonful of that solyanka again. Or try to, depending on his moodβ ]
Hmm. Yeah! I mean I guess. They'd get a free house and a horse or something too, probably. A ranch.. Then come kids. [ Mumbled, more to the food, completely forgetting about his horseradish suggestion: ] Wish we had sriracha or something..
[She hits the 'k' of kids and he drowns it out with:] Uncle. [Complete with pointed glare. That was a road he really hadn't wanted to go down, and she'd just skipped down it like it was no bother.] I already have enough nightmares, thanks.
[His own appetite now firmly quashed, but he hadn't exactly been cooking for himself anyway.]
Sriracha's what, chillis? No dice. [Not exactly local. He grabs a spoon and stabs it into the jar of horseradish, passes it to her. She'll have to combo the two in her mouth, he isn't making her a serving.] Try this.
[ She skips down it because she has no horse in this race. Everything everyone broadcasts to her brain is background noise at this point, so devoid of actual faces that she feels disconnected from it all. Like twitter! Or facebook. Her brows raise at him when he parrots sriracha (gotta make sure it looks like she's paying attention) and she thinks: no, reddit. ]
βWhat?
[ Rude. She notices him not making her a plate! Apparently enough to shake her of her thoughts. But Lottie does as told, feeling like a toddler as she shoves one spoon in after the other. ]
Oohhh.. Yeah. This. [ She points down at the horseradish with her now clean spoon, glancing between him and the jar. ] Do this thing. That's gonna blow up like crazy!
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that's normal?
it's like wifey culture
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I thought you were supposed to be the Eat Pussy it's Vegan guy.. That's why I'm surprised you don't know.
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[And without missing a beat, he holds a spoon out for her, hand cupped underneath.]
Here, taste this.
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(Especially snacks that are spoon fed to her.) ]
Mmm. [ Approval? ] You're trying to distract me! [ Irritation. She licks her lips, looks up to the sky as she debates over the flavor. Then: confusion. ] What is that? Needs to be hotter.
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[He just multitasks as a default, keep up.]
Gilia is from somewhere kind of dark ages, so when I say she's acting married to that asshole, she's seriously acting married.
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Can we go back to talking about the solyanka?
[ Partially joking. ]
That's rough, though.. Actual marriage. [ She shivers. ] You better hope real marriage doesn't exist here or Gilia is screwed.
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[That's a good point though, he should probably check out what the Rubean laws around marriage were. Before Cesare got himself in some real crap, and took Gilia with him.
He plucks out one jar from the collection, popping the lid off.]
Could serve it with a spoonful of horseradish in the middle, what do you think?
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Hmm. Yeah! I mean I guess. They'd get a free house and a horse or something too, probably. A ranch.. Then come kids. [ Mumbled, more to the food, completely forgetting about his horseradish suggestion: ] Wish we had sriracha or something..
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[His own appetite now firmly quashed, but he hadn't exactly been cooking for himself anyway.]
Sriracha's what, chillis? No dice. [Not exactly local. He grabs a spoon and stabs it into the jar of horseradish, passes it to her. She'll have to combo the two in her mouth, he isn't making her a serving.] Try this.
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βWhat?
[ Rude. She notices him not making her a plate! Apparently enough to shake her of her thoughts. But Lottie does as told, feeling like a toddler as she shoves one spoon in after the other. ]
Oohhh.. Yeah. This. [ She points down at the horseradish with her now clean spoon, glancing between him and the jar. ] Do this thing. That's gonna blow up like crazy!