"Rei-chan did you... did you cook these?" There's a certain degree of pain to her expression; Rei has four fingers to the pulse of her weakness and she's pressing /hard./ The food in question is brittle, burned, all around generally unflavored and above all, unsavory. There isn't anything appealing about the dish /whatsoever/ and it's all the taller can do not to say so.
【♂ ホット 】:
That look on her face says it all. The cupcakes she attempted — key word: attempted — were clearly horrible. Even had Rei not held a vice-girp on Mako’s arm; her lithe little fingers pressing down, anxiously, on her pulse, the expression would be the very same. Rei is not one of the culinary arts; especially when it came to baking any sort of pastry.
She is a warrior, after all; and unlike Makoto, warriors seldom make for great chefs. ❝I did,❞ she replies through gritted teeth, and a look of embarrassment. There is no way that her cooking could be worse than Usagis; there was no way. ❝Its a recipe I found in my families cook-book.❞ She can hardly bring herself to ask Mako-chan if she likes the taste of it. It doesn’t take clairvoyance to know that answer.
