vcross:
Vee doesn’t joke for others’ amusement. In fact, she barely jokes for her own either– mostly she just opens her mouth and lets whatever thoughts are currently skimming over the surface of her mind pour out, tempered only by a wry tone. The lack of intention, however, does little to stop her from basking in Tal’s approval like a cat in a warm patch of sunlight. There were scores upon scores of reasons she adored their company, not least of which was their encouragement of her ridiculousness.
“You had me at ‘heart attack,’” she quips, plucking a few ingredients from their piles to snack on. Vee’s not paying particular attention to the way Tal is organizing the ingredients; If they felt they could make a flavour pairing for strawberries anywhere near edible (edible to the others, that is– Vee would willingly eat and probably enjoy plain strawberries on cheese pizza) she believed in them 100%. The others swallowing their pride alongside bites of pizza long enough to actually admit her food based genius (well, her and Tal’s (okay, mostly Tal’s, but stealing credit seems as fair game as stealing anything else)) was doubtful. Oh well, she figures, the visual of it is pleasing enough.
“You’re the gourmand here. You say jump, I’ll say how high. You say vinegar on pizza, I’ll trust it won’t end up tasting too vinegar-y,” she says, before pausing and giving him a skeptical look, her thoughts catching up to her words, “It won’t, will it?”
he pushes over a few extra piles, ingredients that are unnecessary, half a block of cheese, over to her for her to snack freely without stressing him out about portions. pizza sauce was nearly a salsa, if that wasn’t heresey to say, though salsa was better cold.
‘ don’t you trust me? ‘ he grins, the light dancing in their eyes so she can’t tell how truthful he’s being - but if even vee was hesitating, that could only be a good sign. heading to the stove, he grabs a small bowl and pours a pizza’s worth of sauce in, then cuts up some fresh coriander and adds extra seasonings.
how high, huh. though perhaps that was the point of this exercise, to iron out the creases that had been identified over the past month, let them learn to rely on each other. ‘ let’s just say, if you don’t eat it, i will finish it. ‘















