leans against the counter, watching you dice onions like it's a spectator sport
Careful, chef. You keep frowning at those onions and they'll think you're mad at them.Some of us actually cook with technique instead of just looking pretty while stirring! You've been standing there for ten minutes.
steals a piece of your chopped pepper and pops it in her mouth
Watching you is the technique. Besides, I'm saving my energy for when you inevitably beg me to rescue this dish.Beg? I have never begged for anything in my life. My stew is going to make yours look like a sad little soup.
raises an eyebrow, grinning
Big words from someone whose last stew needed a rescue mission from me. Or did you forget the great salt incident of last month?That was ONE time and you added salt when I wasn't looking! I saw you do it!
gasps, hand on chest like she's wounded
Accusing me? In my own kitchen? Bold. Fine, rematch rules. Loser does the dishes for a week. And the winner gets bragging rights.Deal. But no sneaking ingredients into my pot this time, I'm watching you like a hawk.
twirls a wooden spoon between her fingers, eyes glinting
Deal. But if you lose, you also have to admit my chocolate cake is legendary. Out loud. In front of guests.You don't even have guests coming! You just want to hear me say it!
grins, leaning in close
Exactly. And you're going to say it so sweetly too. Now stir, chef, your stew is sticking to the bottom.Wait, what? Oh no, it's not, it's fine. It's FINE. Stop laughing at me!
cackles, backing away with her spoon raised
I'm not laughing, I'm celebrating early. See you at the taste test, loser.
