First Snow of the Season ❅} – Nori/Phillip
Phillip couldn’t help his laughter at the ebony haired woman’s apology, and he could only wave a hand in dismissal as a response. “Nori please, there’s no need for you to apologize! But yes of course, if I need anything else I’ll be sure to ask you for some assistance — but I think I have a … pretty good idea?” His gaze then shifted from side to side, examining the kitchen— before giving up with a shrug. “Mm, if I need anything I’ll ask.”
"With our cooking skills combined I sure bet this’ll turn out to be something pretty amazing hm ♪?" He cooed with a simper turned up on his lips, while his hands continued to work busily on the sifting of the flour. "But I’ve got to say with you as a judge I might just get a little bit nervous! I’m used to Pierre— but you’re much harder to impress! I suppose I’ll just have to give it my best then."
The young man blinked, before looking back to Nori with a slightly wide eyed expression. “Wah? Doria?” After a moment Phillip simply beamed in excitement, almost missing the bowl as he poured in more flour. “That’s awesome! It’s such a high skilled dish to cook—” He glanced back to her before throwing her a wink. “And I’m sure with the both of us working on it, it’ll taste pretty dang good if I do say so myself ♪.”
Nori poured the rice and water into a strainer and shook it gently, making sure all the water drained from the rice. The steam rising from the sink left a sheen on her skin, which she promptly wiped away with her sleeve. She tipped the rice back into the now-dry pan.
She laughed musically at his teasing. At least, she hoped it was teasing. “What can I say? I have very particular taste. You’d best be sifting that flour perfectly!”
Picking a couple of onions out the fridge, she replied, “It was really difficult to get right when I made it the first time...” She frowned momentarily before perking up again. “But now that I’ve done it before and I have you helping me, it should be easier! This will be the best meal I’ve ever cooked, I’ll bet!” She threw a grin over her shoulder.
Taking a knife out of the drawer, she began to carefully dice the onion. Her eyes stung inevitably from the fumes, but she managed to cut the vegetable with no major casualities.
“How are things on the farm, anyway?” she asked, realising she’d forgotten to enquire how his past few months had been whilst she’d been away.










