infrangiblecorde:
It was almost as amusing, as it was annoying, how utterly perplexed her mother seemed by inventions and devices that had become her entire world. Two broken cell phones and a fresh set of countertops later, it’d begun to lose its novelty. Including her had been Regina’s attempt at helping her to assimilate.
"Because, Mother, preparing family meals isn’t just about the food." She frowned softly at her mother, looking up from the dough she’d been kneading.
"You can’t—" the former Queen paused, reconsidering her phrasing, "it might be helpful to learn how to properly use the oven. When I first came this, I was stripped on my magic; what if something like that happens again?"
"Your curse brought you here with inherent knowledge of this land. I don't have that," Cora snapped. "So forgive me for relying a little on magic." No matter how much time passed with her heart in her chest, Cora still could not understand the hatred of magic that so many people seemed to harbor. She could never see it as something evil, not when magic had been the thing to save her life all those years ago.
"If not the food, then what exactly is this bizarre ritual about? Last time I checked, food was prepared in order to be eaten. There's nothing else to it," she said, glancing over at a bag of flour. Cooking had only ever been something she had done to survive- a necessity, never an enjoyment. She had never cooked once she married. The idea of preparing a holiday meal was completely foreign to Cora.
