Phasma (phasmic) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-01-22 20:32:00 |
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After the night she'd had, and the week that preceded it, Phasma had been more than ready for an early morning and a solid workout. Her brother had taken to getting up with her, like he'd used to, sitting and chatting while prepped for her workout. But, as he also used to, there was no doubt he was asleep again now. So she didn't hurry back upstairs for anything other than a shower and a change of clothes before she was back in the kitchen. She hadn't quite gotten the hang of the whole kitchen thing, yet. She was much more used to the kind of cooking they had done the week they were dumped in the wilderness. She understood the mechanics of butchering something and cooking it over an open fire. She understood protein packs and the bland droid-produced food of the First Order, too. This was... it was just too many options. But with Rey's encouragement and Keldo being much more prone to try things on a whim, she had started coming around. Presently, she was leaning on the counter, carefully peeling an orange onto a small plate with a few other fruits already cut up and pristinely arranged. Next to her was a glass teapot, and on the stove was a kettle still slowly trying to boil. That was, honestly, about her level of cooking. Boiling water. Difficult, but not impossible, to burn and unlikely to set anything on fire. Anything more complex than that she'd leave to people with a different range of skills. She had just stood to throw the orange peels in the trash and find a mug for the tea when the kitchen door swung open and - always acutely aware of her surroundings - she temporarily abandoned her task to step around the edge of the counter and see who it was. She smiled softly at Noah, then turned and went back to your work. She'd enjoyed their banter thus far and she was looking forward to seeing if it might continue, now. There were some nice things that came out of lingering in the kitchen, apparently. |