"It's just until I can get you fed, Mirza," she answered gently. "Then I swear I'm all ears again. Promise." Kami offered him a warm, brief smile over her shoulder before she turned back to the counter and began portioning out her various ingredients. A bit of oil went into the heating pan and then she dropped the diced chicken in with a resulting sizzle. Then she gave her hands a quick scrub before neatly coring and slicing the pepper. The entire process took less than seven minutes, just enough time for Mirza to start fidgeting under his self-imposed retreat.
Suddenly, Kami tossed the peppers into the pan and turned to him. She had a sliver of red pepper in each hand. "I'm better when I don't have to hurry," she explained. "Better when I'm not distracted." One of the pieces went into her mouth and she chewed idly. Then, with an impish grin, she held out the other piece between finger and thumb in offering to Mirza, leaning into the motion as if to better coax him. "I'm sorry. Forgive me?"