prayeress:
In fairness, it isn’t as if Aerith can’t cook at all. She’s rather excellent at grilling things atop a campfire or cooking very simple soups. Living in the slums, and then traversing as an adventurer with minimal inventory, makes it difficult to have a chef’s finesse of cooking. She’s certainly willing to try, of course! But Milla’s strict preferences and her lacking knowledge of utensils aside from a makeshift skewer makes teaching a bit… difficult, to say the least.
“I’m sorry. Guess I have to work hard.” Sheepish laughter escape her as she drops the large frying pan, burnt items among the pan whilst a plethora of materials are scattered across the ground from careless movement. She drops the spatula after they turn off the fire, and she scratches her cheek. “Sounds good. I’ll do my best. How do we start?”
There is a pause and she frowned, trying to control her emotions. Milla still felt an uneasiness about this whole place and it was bleeding through in most of her interactions. It wasn’t that she was trying to come off as aggressive but she supposed she was, huh? Swallowing and taking her pride down a notch or two, she shook her head. “No, it’s fine...I just didn’t teach much, I should have started out simple, I suppose.”
Gesturing at the nearby cupboard, Milla continued, “Let’s start with setting the pasta to boil while we work on the sauce. Grab a pot, something about this in size since we’re cooking just for us.” Using her hands to show about the size of a medium pot, she pondered on what kind of sauce. “We could have a tomato sauce, maybe with some broiled cheese on top.”
