For Les (closed) dated Nov 8

[callmeemily]

"Okay." The moment that Les opens the door to his apartment, Raleigh's giving him a box full of food. There's vegetables and uncooked chicken and bags of rice and flour and butter and eggs; there's all sorts of food, but she shifts the bag on her shoulder as she gives him a pointed look.

"I meant it when I said today was for me," she said with a smile, moving up the stairs to his kitchen - she's slower than he is, she's always slower than he is - but she brought him a bunch of food, so she supposes she's allowed to be just as slow as she likes.

"And I hope you haven't eaten a lot. Have you?" She realises then- "How're you?" She should have asked that first, but she's a little bit a Woman On A Mission.

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[lesparker]

He watches carefully as she moves the pan from the heat, stirring viciously. He is surprised to see just how similar it is to his potion making. Though the smell of the buttery eggs makes his mouth water, whereas most of his magical concoctions never really have that effect. There is something he enjoys about potions; it is tactile and allows him to use his hands. He has never considered that cooking could give him that same feeling.

Glancing at the fridge he finds the cheese she needs and places it on the counter. "You know when I make potions there is usually a spell to follow. You giving me all these instructions right? What're they called....cookbooks?" He smiles holding out the pack of cheese.

[callmeemily]

Raleigh rolls her eyes. "I didn't get this out of a cookbook," she says over her shoulder as she grabs the cheese, and dumps in a handful of the shredded stuff so it'll cool down the eggs and stop them from cooking. "I got this off Youtube." She turns the eggs out onto the waiting plates with practiced turn of her spatula, adds salt and pepper, and then passes it to him with a fork. "Well? Go ahead." She's watching him keenly, because she wants to know what he thinks.

[lesparker]

"Youtube, okay," Les says, like he understands, but he really doesn't. If he doesn't know anything about cooking, he knows less about computers, but he just rolls with it. Taking the fork from her, he digs into the plate of eggs. From the first bite, everything is delicious. More than delicious. Probably the best eggs ever. "Alright, let's get married," he tells her with a smile.