[@kawaru-sugata continued from previous blog]
She could only wonder about what his reaction meant to her rather straight forward reply. Maybe he just wanted to spend more time with her, but they’re already doing that inside. Perhaps he wanted something more out of that—she wasn’t particularly interested in that however.
It’s not like she doesn’t want to go out herself, she’s been very busy that she didn’t even have time to walk out the house except for school and work. She doesn’t want to get caught up with the weather so staying inside was just a safe option.
❝ I couldn’t possibly make you do all the work. Let me help, ❞ and got up off the small sofa, ❝ Is there anything you need? I can go to the grocery store to get them. ❞
“My, that’s very kind of you--but what kind of husband would I be if I made you do all the heavy lifting?” He tsked as they both worked to clear the living room.
“I’m not sure how well you take with spicy food, but if you’d like, I’d be more than happy to make some Indian specialties from my hometown for dinner tonight. Of course, spice levels are variable,” he added, remembering how Sio desperately reached for a glass of water after her first taste of vindaloo. Even with wasabi, it seemed that Japanese people couldn’t really handle what Adam had dubbed ‘Indian spicy’.
“Well, we’ll need plenty of spices, and perhaps some vegetables as well...we still have rice last I checked, but maybe something like chicken? And butter--lots of butter.”
How surprising it was that Indian food was actually quite rich in cream and butter...that is, if you could afford it.
