She shakes her head and looks up at him, only pausing briefly as she catches sight of his odd eyes--they're growing on her. "No, I did most of the prep work earlier, while I was waiting for you to get here. Just talk to me."
Pippa is pulling covered bowls and containers from the fridge and placing them on the counter as she talks, her stove already laid out with the copper-bottom pots and pans she prefers to cook with. "Your mother taught you to cook?"
Maybe she'll start in slowly with things, he is giving her a bit of an opening. "That's nice. I...I don't think my mother actually even knows where the kitchen proper is in the house. I don't recall ever seeing her in there. The butler's pantry on occasion..."
Pippa stops what she's doing as she attempts to twist the lid off of a jar of marinated capers. Holding it out sheepishly, "I think I could use your help after all."
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Date: 2008-09-17 07:42 am (UTC)Pippa is pulling covered bowls and containers from the fridge and placing them on the counter as she talks, her stove already laid out with the copper-bottom pots and pans she prefers to cook with. "Your mother taught you to cook?"
Maybe she'll start in slowly with things, he is giving her a bit of an opening. "That's nice. I...I don't think my mother actually even knows where the kitchen proper is in the house. I don't recall ever seeing her in there. The butler's pantry on occasion..."
Pippa stops what she's doing as she attempts to twist the lid off of a jar of marinated capers. Holding it out sheepishly, "I think I could use your help after all."