Carbon Kiwi
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Post by Carbon Kiwi on May 29, 2011 7:14:54 GMT 10
Title: Cooking [4] Rating: G Word Count: 225 Paring: Circlecest Round/Fight: 4/A Warnings: Summary: She smiled and placed the plates on the table. Notes: This may be because I can't cook. Maybe.
Daja finished heating the vegetables in the pan over the hearth just as she sensed the meat and cornbread—buried within the ashes—were done. She smiled wide to herself.
“You managed the timing,” Tris articulated for her; the pride was clear in the woman’s voice. “You’ve been working at that for a while.”
“I have,” Daja agreed. She removed the pan—Tris winced at the contact, for it would have burned her—and placed it on the counter. She retrieved the cornbread and meat with equal ease; she called off the ashes and placed a disk of cornbread on each plate, followed by servings of vegetables.
Tris sliced the meat, pleased there was something she could do, and lay them over the bread and vegetables.
Sandry, Briar, she called to them in the lounging area, where they were canoodling after their hand in making the bread. Dinner’s ready.
Briar raced in.
A giggling and blushing Sandry entered soon after. She smiled, bright and beautiful—or so Daja and Tris thought—and clapped her hands together. “It smells glorious.”
“Thank Daja,” Tris declared. She stuck Briar with a look but it was dampened slightly by the hint of a grin. “You two were certainly distracted enough…”
“But it’s set now, and that’s what’s important,” Daja interrupted. She smiled and placed the plates on the table.
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