Marian Hawke | Dragon Age (shovekirkwall) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-11-29 12:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, marian hawke, thackery binx |
Who: Marian and Thackery
What: Dates! And Spaghetti gone wrong.
When: A week or so ago.
Where: Marian's flat.
Ratings/Warnings: PG, for the most part. Warning for crimes against Spaghetti?
Status: Complete!
Spaghetti. That wasn’t supposed to be a disaster, how hard was it to make spaghetti? Marian stared down at her plate, then looked over at Thackery apologetically, then stared down at her plate again.
“Well… So… I’ve got some lovely takeout menus on the kitchen counter. You really don’t have to keep eating this awful food and pretending to enjoy it. I promise I won’t be offended even slightly.”
“Oh dear….” he answered quietly as he stared at the mess in front of him. How she managed to botch this he wasn’t quite sure, but he was quite amused by it. A smile tugged at his mouth and he turned to look over at her, “Do you want me to remake it? Or do you have a favorite takeout that you’d rather have? And don’t worry, it was a great attempt.”
He felt bad for her, but he was quite proud that she had tried. So, he leaned over and kissed her to help distract her a little bit before he grabbed their plates so he could dump the ruined dinner for her.
The kiss left her quite breathless, though not enough to gasp out a quick 'flatterer' before rising up out of her chair and surveying the situation. There were probably enough ingredients in the house to give it another go, if he was so inclined...
"You'd think being this bad at cooking would be against some law somewhere. Sigh. If you think you can remake it with a less disastrous result, you're more than welcome to try. I'll just stand in the kitchen and cheer you on."
She added, after a pause, "And try not to touch anything."
“Would it offend you if I made it better than you did? I don’t want to hurt your feelings if I manage to make it. I am quite fine with ordering take out if you want to just go that route. I am going to make sure to remember that we are much better suited to go out for dinner instead of having you cook,” he gave her a playful smile as he stood up and walked into the kitchen to assess the situation with her.
He knew he could make the food easily, but he didn’t want to upset her by doing so. It was more important that he kept her happy than filling his own stomach right now. So, he waited to hear her answer as he pulled off a couple takeout menus off the fridge.
The idea of Thackery cooking for her was actually a pleasant one. She thought of all the ways she could distract him while he stirred things and tried to keep a watchful eye on boiling pots of water. Then she smirked, "Oh no, it wouldn't be upsetting at all if we discovered that you're better at cooking than I am. In fact, I think it'd be quite the boon. And I like the idea that I can be in the kitchen with you while you make amazing things happen and I watch."
“You are quite a strange girl and I think I really enjoy that,” he teased her a little as he leaned over to give her quick peck before gathering the ingredients again, “Would you like me to walk you through this step-by-step? We can figure out what you did wrong possibly.” He knew that she had something up her sleeve while he cooked, but he wasn’t completely sure what she was going to do. However, while he waited he started to fill the pot up with water so it could get to boiling.
"I'm sure it was something really stupidly forgetful like not stirring something when I should have. I get distracted by the internet or my cat or the telly and then things are on fire."
Literally, once, but Marian decided it was best not to say that. Instead, she rolled up her sleeves and nodded, "If you're certain taking on such a horrible student is worth your time, Mister Binx, I think I could stand to have such a handsome man trying to teach me how not to ruin spaghetti sauce."
She flashed him an extremely flirtatious grin as she spoke, then got out a can opener. Because surely nothing could go wrong if all she did was open up various cans of spaghetti sauce ingredients for him.
“It is usually something silly like the heat - too long or not enough - who knows. But I am sure you’re not that horrible of a student. You can even take notes if you want,” he teased her and returned that flirtatious smile since hers was so adorable. He was more than tempted to just forgo the food and spend a lot more time kissing that smile. But, he had made a promise so he was going to show her how to cook and then maybe he’ll try a little Lady and The Tramp scenario.
“Alright, so, water - pour the spaghetti in and let it boil. You can either throw the spaghetti at the wall to see if it’s cooked or just try a bite of it. It’s really not complicated, but make sure you stir every so often.”
"Really? Throw it at the wall?" Marian raised both of her eyebrows at that, because that had to be the most entertaining way to test food that she'd ever heard of, "Who came up with that, I wonder?"
After a pause she added, with a bit more of a sheepish smile, "Right, so, stirring. See, that might have prevented all of the noodles from sticking together like that. I thought they were fine in there on their own, my mistake. How did you end up learning all of this?"
“I have no idea. Someone probably did it by accident and then put two and two together. I tend not to throw against my wall because it can ruin the paint. But it is always something to try, want to do it?” He got a playful grin on his face as he turned to look at her. He was more than willing to throw some spaghetti at the wall if she was up for it.
And then….she revealed why her meal had been ruined. “Yuuuuup, not stirring makes them all stick together and you’re not going to get a good meal out of that. You don’t have to do it constantly, but enough that you don’t need to worry about them sticking all together. I think we’ve figured out your issue and we should be good. Now, let’s throw some sauce together and get that warming up.”
"I'm always up for throwing things at the wall and seeing what sticks," Marian joked. The idea of throwing pasta at her kitchen wall was really too amusing to her. If they didn't need to eat it, she probably would have made a game out of throwing all of it at various sections of her kitchen or something.
But she was starving, and wasting the food that Thackery was trying patiently to help her cook didn't seem very nice. So she dashed that idea away and instead stole another kiss from him, "Of course you'd also better watch out for my master plan, which is to distract you from remembering to stir things."
“That is incredibly evil of you,” he murmured against her lips before chuckling and scooping out some pasta on the spoon and leaning down to blow on it to cool it down, “Well, thank goodness I like girls that enjoy throwing things at the wall. Definitely makes for fun evenings and I know they’re fairly easy to please. Now, here you go, beautiful, have some fun and we can find out if it’s done.”
"I'm an evil person, you know. For some reason you seem to be attracted to that," Marian joked, then winked at him.
She rubbed her hands together eagerly when the pasta was ready to be thrown. The spoon was taken from his hands with an amount of reverence that seemed out of place for the act of pasta throwing, and Marian gave the spoon a teasing salute.
Spotting a good place on the wall, she let the pasta fly, "Have at thee, wall!"
“You’re incredibly attractive despite being evil, so I just can’t help myself. I’m probably under your spell,” he winked back her before handing the spoon over to her when he figured it was safe to touch. Watching her get ready to throw the pasta was one of the more hilarious things he had seen in his life and he made a face as he tried to resist laughing.
He wasn’t able to resist when she made that declaration and threw the pasta at the wall. He let out a loud laugh and moved forward to wrap his arms around her waist as he watched the pasta fly. Thankfully it stuck on the wall and he kissed her cheek, “Look at that! It is ready to eat.”
While Hawke wasn't generally someone who came off as a person who enjoyed a good cuddle, it was mostly a front. She enjoyed it when he did things like wrapping his arms around her waist, and she showed it by silently leaning against him a bit.
She smirked, and swayed back and forth slightly, "And this time it might actually be edible. You're my knight in shining armor, you know. I didn't even know I needed one, but I suppose it's true."
Her tone was more gentle than usual.
“You really just need a knight when it comes to the kitchen,” he admitted with a smile. She was far more than capable of doing things herself and that’s what he liked about her. There was wit and humor and strength when he looked at her and it was quite attractive, “But I’m very glad to be one. Especially since I will be able to feed you so you don’t wither up and die on me. We just need to put it in the pasta sauce and we are golden.”
"Well, we should definitely do that and get to eating our dinner. Because I've got quite a few things in mind for dessert." Marian replied, with a smirk and a wink in his direction.
She lifted up the pan of sauce that she miraculously hadn't burned this time, and poured some over the plates of spaghetti, then lifted up her plate and headed back to the table.
The way she was strutting told him everything about what was planned for later.