Bella Donna Boudreaux loves cooking and murder (poisonwine) wrote in wihh_logs,
Not anymore. She'd taken the end of her isolation very well, and taken in as much of the world as she could. Being a telepath had made her open to all kinds of new things.
"That does sound nice."
Catfish was always good, but she'd been in the mood for crawdads for quite some time. It looked like they had a soup that had that and various other wriggly things with too many or not enough legs. And you really couldn't go wrong with soup.
"M' Tante Mattie taught me t' cook when I was lil. Figured I might as well know how, since I needed t' net de best husband possible."
Ah, what a life she'd had. Like cooking mattered when you were in an arranged marriage.