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Taeja Kim ☠ Jörmungandr (jormungandr) wrote in paxletalelogs,

It had seemed a small thing to clean up as they had gone along, rewarding himself with stolen spoons of finished batter when he thought his kitchen companion wasn't looking. It reminded him of home, after all: afternoons spent attempting to cook with his sisters tugging on his sleeves, ever a distraction, and the kitchen still having to be tidy and relatively unsullied by the time their parents returned home. He smiled at the memory, ignoring the small, lonely pang such thoughts often caused.

"Water's fine with me," he said, shrugging mildly. He gave a deceptively small smile, only the faintest hint of teasing coloring his voice. "I am pretty thirsty for some reason. I won't say you're a baking slave driver, but you do get far more into it than my sisters ever did." His dark gaze fell slyly away, focusing on a white smudge of flour on his otherwise pristinely black shirt. This he toyed at for a moment, wiping it away as best he could. "Glad I was a suitable sous chef," he added, tossing her an off-kilter smile. "Whatever you call them for baked goods. I have no idea."