the science of food / ema + milla
"Ema?" Hearing her name, Milla finally remembered what class she was teaching. The list of teachers only had names after all, and no photos, so it was hard to tell who was who unless introduced. "So you’re the biology teacher then?" She didn’t know very much biology herself, so she was quite impressed when she met someone who did.
With her attention returning to the books she was holding, she let out a slight chuckle. "Well, sort of," she answered, "I wanted to see if I could find an ingredient that would make my soup even better. Something like a special secret ingredient. So I ended up borrowing quite… a lot of books." Maybe with these, she could try to learn to cook a lot of other things as well. "Cooking is sort of my hobby, you see…" And there wasn’t really much else to do back in the village she came from either besides cooking.
The brunette nodded her head "Indeed, that's me." She felt a bit bad for not having known what Milla taught, she'd remind herself to look through the teacher's list later. It was always updating and relatively quickly as of late, it was hard to keep track. In fact, she pulled out her notepad to write it down, else she would have forgotten for sure. It was incredible how quickly things could be forgotten when distracted with work. Especially for a workaholic like the detective.
"I see! How interesting. Truth be told, I have always been interested in cooking as well. Though I never seem to find the time to try it out myself." between her past work as a detective, to her current occupation of being a teacher, Ema was always on the move. Sometimes it seemed like she never could find the time to sit down and rest for at least five minutes. "Cooking itself is like a science, I've always been interested in learning how to properly cook. Unfortunately my work has always prevented me from doing so."
