meet me at london fields (ch.4)
📙 popstar!lando x aspiringchef!oscar AU 🏙️ featuring: a kitchen emergency and a dinner party. new cast members and awkward misunderstandings. the last piece of berry crumble and some personal moments. 📝 ch4/12, 4.8k words 🍪 rated t, may go up 🔗 read on ao3
preview:
It’s not the first time he’s been summoned to help Charlie with kitchen triage, nor would it be the last. “Charlie’s one of the most talented architects at her firm. Not that you’d know it, based on how this is going,” Oscar says, pulling open a drawer for one of the kitchen knives. He sharpens them deftly, easy muscle memory at this point. “Oui, et oui. Bonjour, make yourself…” Charlie says, yanking the oven open and not paying attention to Lando at all. “At home.” There is an immediate waft of steam. Charlie stares at the oven like it’s committed a grave personal offense against her. She extracts whatever's been baking in its hellish interior and dumps the tray in the sink. The three of them huddle and stare down at a mass of lumpy brown gloop. “Is that…?” Lando asks, trailing off when it’s clear he cannot make sense of what it’s supposed to be. “They were potatoes!” Charlie wails.
