Listening to her giggle and watching her eat makes me feel less tired. She has a knack for doing that, and I’m grateful for it. When I ask her about lunch, more to make conversation than anything else, she shrugs. Nice to know she trusts me with the food her money buys. It’s strange to be the one getting asked about cooking. It’s usually me hanging around the kitchen, asking the cooks what do they put in the sauce and how long they cook this or that, trying to learn things for myself and get fed at the same time.
“Yeah, I’ll show you.” I reach up and rub my eyes, then roll over on my stomach and turn my head to look at her. That eases my back a little and means I’m not looking into the sun anymore, as well. “But there’s no need for you to do it, not while I’m here. Have to do something to earn my keep.”
Based on the state her kitchen was in when I found it, she knows enough not to starve or char all her pans, but I’m thinking her talents lie other places besides the kitchen. But it’d be a good way to spend a morning, I guess, being here doing something she likes. Make sure I’m just very firmly in her good graces. I drop my head to the pillow and watch her putting away breakfast a minute before I close my eyes again. “Slow down, sweetheart. It won’t walk away, and there’s more in the kitchen.” Smile, because she’s wolfing down my cooking and asking me to show her how I do it.
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2011-06-18 09:05 pm (UTC)“Yeah, I’ll show you.” I reach up and rub my eyes, then roll over on my stomach and turn my head to look at her. That eases my back a little and means I’m not looking into the sun anymore, as well. “But there’s no need for you to do it, not while I’m here. Have to do something to earn my keep.”
Based on the state her kitchen was in when I found it, she knows enough not to starve or char all her pans, but I’m thinking her talents lie other places besides the kitchen. But it’d be a good way to spend a morning, I guess, being here doing something she likes. Make sure I’m just very firmly in her good graces. I drop my head to the pillow and watch her putting away breakfast a minute before I close my eyes again. “Slow down, sweetheart. It won’t walk away, and there’s more in the kitchen.” Smile, because she’s wolfing down my cooking and asking me to show her how I do it.