Cooking, despite what some might try to tell you, is an art. (Have fun :D)
(This didn’t have a ship attached to it, but a separate anon sent in just alya x adrien so I’m doing that)
“Cooking, despite what some might try to tell you, is an art.”
Adrien eyed Alya with skepticism then looked down into the pot, a mire poix sizzling in the bottom. “I don’t know. Cooking always seemed more like chemistry to me.”
“Well yeah” Alya scoffed, “if you’re a boring lame-ass.” She closed her eyes and waved around her wooden spoon. “Cooking is art. Balancing notes of flavor, undertones. Sweet, salty, sour, bitter, savory, all working together in perfect harmony.”
“Now you’re making it sound like music.”
Alya dropped her hands and fixed Adrien with an exasperated glare. She sighed and pressed a kiss against Adrien’s temple. “You sweet, sweet cinnamon roll.”
“I thought we were making soup.”