The compliment catches her off guard. She loves being a provider. She loves providing. Whether it's teaching a child how to read, or write, or add numbers, or a history lesson, she loves that. She loves caring for others. She'd resented it for a long time, because Jordan's never really made those things feel appreciated. He calls her a good home-maker and other outdated things and it incenses her. Viktoria here, doing the same thing, even praising her for it, though, it makes her heart feel like it's floating in her chest. She's kissed, and it only makes that feeling balloon.
She looks away, cheeks flushed, and at the recommendation, Sadie looks up, and though her expression twists at the mention of blood, its all cradled in a smile.
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She'd felt a little odd, rummaging through a pantry as big as the one in this house. The food's all fresh though; probably thanks to the seemingly invisible staff that keep the place up and running. It's an endeavor, and she feels herself continue her bashful blushing while Viktoria tends her. Sadie makes a quick thing of lentil curry to put over rice, and some salmon patties, and then finally a set of stuffed peppers - easy things - even if the peppers take the longest; they get to bask in the smell and warmth of a kitchen doing what it does best.
She puts some of each on a set of plates (that Viktoria had to help her find) set on a counter, steaming and gleaming. "Voila," she jokes, sheepish.
Viktoria mostly watches while Sadie does her thing, hovering around her as she studies what she's doing and why. It does smell wonderful. But wonderful has always turned to ash on her tongue, so there is no clenching of her stomach as she looks down into the pots and pans.
Sadie soon finishes plating the food, and a lot of the food itself is not something she would have eaten as a human - too much color and spice. When she was human, only the truly wealthy could afford something with the variety of things put into this dish. She reaches out for Sadie's hand, holding it over the plate.
"Needs a final touch, my love." She presses a sharp thumbnail into the palm of Sadie's hand, dripping red over the curry, peppers, and salmon. She presses a kiss to the small wound once she's done, flicking her tongue over it like she might have done elsewhere in nights previous. Then another kiss to her knuckles.
When was the last time she'd tried real food? Hard to say.
She takes a bite, though, and pauses. "Oh. Wow."














